Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 18:35:40 GMT
From: "Tim ." <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad, part 5" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 5

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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When we got in bed, we moved to what had become our usual position. I laid
on my side with my back towards my dad and my legs drawn up. He pressed his
chest and belly against my back and drew his legs up against mine. I felt
his soft dick pressed against the crack of my ass. Last of all he draped
his left arm over me.

I was already drowsy when he asked me, "You were kidding me about Chris,
right?"

"What d'ya mean," I said. I was too close to sleep to think about it.

"About him being hard all the time we were eating dinner and the other
stuff you were feeding me," he said.

"No, that's all true," I said. I was starting to pull back from the edge of
sleep."I mean, I don't know he was hard, but I sure think he was."

"You mean he really told you he wants to see me naked?" he asked me.

"Yeah, he really did," I said. He didn't say anything for a minute, but I
was more awake and really aware of how good it felt to be pressed up
against him. I put my left arm over my dad's and pressed his arm against my
belly. It felt good, like I was being hugged. His hand ended up right at my
crotch. I pressed it against me so he was cupping my dick and balls. He
moved a little against my back, so I couldn't tell if his dick had started
to get hard or he had just changed its position.

"Well, what d'ya think?" dad asked me.

"Like, you mean you're going to do it, you're going to let him see you?
How?" I asked.

"We can take him to the gym with us," he said.

I remembered Chris saying he would get hard if he ever saw my dad naked. I
didn't want to put him in the way of being embarrassed like that. But on
the other hand, I knew he wasn't kidding about how much he wanted to see
him. So I said, "Ok, let's do it." I got a hardon thinking about it, which
my dad noticed since he had his hand wrapped around my dick and balls.

"I see you like that idea," he said, squeezing my dick and laughing at me.

I wiggled my butt back against his dick and said, "Sure. Chris will be
wild!" I was sure dad was at least half hard. It took me a little while to
go to sleep because I was almost fully awake by then, but finally I did.

The buzz of the alarm woke me on Wednesday. Dad was out of bed
immediately. I had just gotten my eyes open and he was standing there with
his hand out to help me up. His dick was pointing at me too. It's unusual
for me to think of anything much when I first wake up, but I remembered
thinking sometime the day before that I should have grabbed his dick
instead of his hand. So I did.

"I can't pull you up with that," he said, "try my hand." I did.

I followed his directions, and we avoided any problems in the
bathroom. Apparently I had established a pattern for the rest of my life
when I made the few choices he offered me the day before, because he
offered none that day. In the car he told me he would call Larry, Chris's
dad, to see if he and Chris wanted to go to the gym with us on Friday. Dad
had that Friday off and assumed that Larry would too. He told me I could
ask Chris as well so that if Larry was working, Chris could still go. The
whole idea gave me a hardon. It occurred to me that I had never seen Larry
naked either.

I told Chris the plan as soon as I saw him. I just took it for granted that
he would want to go.

"You're shitting me, right?" he said.

"No," I told him, "my dad is going to call your dad and see if he wants to
go too. We'll all go if he does. If he doesn't, it'll just be you and us."

"Geez, you mean we're all just going to be walking around this place naked
for a couple hours?"  he said.

"Well, not really. There are machines and stuff you can do with your
clothes on too," I told him.

He dismissed that with a wave of his hand. Clearly the point was to be
naked. "How'd you get him to do it?" he asked me.

I said, "I told him you wanted to see him naked and he decided to give you
a thrill." I thought I'd tell him the truth. I knew he'd never believe it.

"Oh, right!" he said. Of course he didn't believe it. He also never asked
me again how it had come about.

The bell rang then so we had to get in our seats. For one reason or
another, we didn't get a chance to talk any more until lunch. As soon as we
were alone, he asked me, "Let me get this straight, your dad is going to
set it up so me and you and him and my dad are going to sit around naked
and stare at each other for a couple hours in this gym. Is that right?"

"Man, I'm telling you! there are lots of things to do with your clothes on
there. Maybe the only time we'll all get naked is in the locker room and
the showers," I said.

"What if I get a hardon?" he asked me.

"You won't," I said. I told him that I had been afraid of the same thing
and that the opposite had happened. I gave him all the details.

"Geez, that'll be great!" he said. "They'll all think I'm Tiny Tim or
something!"

I told him, "Look, either you take a chance on how your dick looks or you
just don't go. It's as simple as that."

It didn't satisfy him. I wasn't surprised. It wouldn't have satisfied me
the first time either.

Then he changed the subject. "Your mom's not home, right?"

"Right," I said.

"Can we go to your house after school?"

That meant a jerk off session. "Sure," I said. "I'll call my dad to see if
he can pick me up. I'll have to tell him to do it at your house, ok?" I
didn't think it would be a good idea to ask my dad to pick me up at my
mom's.

"Yeah, we can do that," he said, intuitively understanding that I didn't
want dad to know I had been at my mom's.

When I called my dad, he said, "So, Chris really liked the idea, huh?" I
hadn't told him that I had even asked Chris yet. "Better not use up all
your energy this afternoon," he added. So he knew what Chris and I were
going to be doing after school. We ended lunch jerking off in the bathroom,
something we seldom did but had done every day so far that week.

After school, I got a ride in the car pool I would have been in if I hadn't
been staying with my dad. That was a good thing too because Chris's car
pool had a full car. Chris came in the door about ten minutes after I did,
and five minutes after that we were jerking each other off on my bedroom
floor. We could have stripped naked since we knew we wouldn't be disturbed,
but my mom had turned the heat down before she left and it was quite chilly
in the house. We exposed to the cold air only the parts of our bodies
necessary to our activities. I had thought about teaching him how to suck,
but I decided not to when I realized I would have to tell him how I had
learned that in the twelve or so hours we had been apart since the previous
day. After we both came, less than five minutes later, Chris started
fantasizing about what Friday would be like. That ate up most of the time
before we had to leave for his house, and another quick jerk-off session
used up the rest.

My dad picked me up at Chris's and took me straight to his parents
house. On the way he told me that Larry was going to the gym with us on
Friday too.

 We had lots of traditions for the holidays. All of the ones relating to
Thanksgiving went on at my dad's parents' house, Gramom and Granpop to me
and their other grandchildren. According to Granpop, Gramom always bought
the biggest turkey she could force into her oven. That way there would be
plenty left for everyone to take some home. "Everyone" consisted of my
grandparents, my dad and me (and previously, my mom), my dad's older
brother Terry, his wife Eileen, and their three kids, two girls and a
boy. Grandpop always joked that Gramom allowed ten pounds of turkey per
person, which was probably not far from the truth. Once she had actually
fixed two enormous birds because she couldn't find one large enough to suit
her.

Gramom also fixed all the trimmings in proportion to the size of the bird,
so the traditional activity for the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving day
was for everyone to gather for dinner at Gramom's and Granpop's
house. After dinner we all helped make the dressing. Enormous piles of
onions and a forest of celery had to be chopped and cooked in butter to the
"right" consistency. A few dozen loaves of stale bread had to be torn up
into small pieces. Gramom would actually make the dressing the next
morning, but all of the ingredients had to be prepared the night before.

It was past our usual bedtime when dad and I got back to his apartment. I
was out of my clothes and into the shower first. He got in with me shortly
afterward.

"You smell like onions," he said as he started to lather my shoulders. My
dick was instantly hard as he touched me.

"Big surprise," I said. "I peeled at least fifty pounds." As the oldest
grandchild, I was trusted not to cut my finger off if allowed to use a
knife. The other grandchildren had to rip bread, a job I had graduated from
the year before.

"Slacker. I know I chopped fifty bunches of celery," he said as he lathered
his way down my back and across my butt.

"Couldn't have! I know Eileen chopped more than you did and there were only
thirty-six bunches," I answered as he started sliding a soapy finger up and
down my crack and across my asshole. "Unhhh, that feels really good," I
added as I spread my legs to allow him better access.

That was the end of the conversation for a while. He squatted down and
lathered my legs and feet. He used both hands on each leg, one on the front
and one on the back. Each time he got to the top, he would slide one hand
up and down my crack and rub my balls and dick with the other one a few
times. I was very close to cumming by the time he stood up and wrapped his
arms around me to begin washing my chest. I felt his hardon slide up the
top part of my crack and flatten against my back as he pulled me back
against him. He gave my nipples special attention as he moved his hands
downward across my chest and onto my belly. I could feel his dick sliding
around in the lather on my back.

When he reached my crotch again, he started rubbing my balls with one soapy
hand and jerking my dick very lightly with the other one. "Are you very
close?" he asked me.

"Oh yes!" I answered.

"Do you want to cum now or can you wait a few more minutes," he asked as he
quit jerking my dick and began to rub only the bottom part with his thumb.

What a terrible choice that was. I desperately wanted to cum, but I was
learning that the longer it lasts, the better it feels. And I wanted to get
hold of his dick too. "I can wait a few minutes," I said.

He let go of me and turned around. I did the same and started to lather his
shoulders. When I had worked down to his butt, I slid my finger up and down
his crack as he had done to me. I could feel his asshole. It was very
hot. He put both hands on the wall of the shower, leaned forward a little,
and spread his legs. I slid my hand between them and started lathering and
rubbing his balls.  Then I moved my hand back to his crack for a few more
one-finger sliding caresses before I moved downward. I squatted and washed
his legs as he had mine, using two hands and taking every opportunity to
rub his dick and balls with one hand and his crack with the other.

When I stood up, I pressed my self against his back and wrapped my arms
around him to wash his chest, but I realized right away that I would cum if
my dick slid in the crack of his ass very many times, so I had to get him
to turn around and face me. That method had its own benefits since it let
me see his dick. I gave it a thorough washing when I got to it, especially
under the foreskin.

"Careful," he said quietly, "I'm so close."

I was so hot by this time that it was all I could do not to wrap my legs
around one of his and hump it like a dog. All of a sudden he put his hands
on my chest and pushed me back against the wall of the shower. He slid his
hands down my chest and belly and around my waist as he leaned toward
me. He slid his hands under my butt, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and told
me to wrap my legs around him. I felt him lift me as he said that, so I
wrapped my legs around his hips and grabbed his shoulders with both
hands. He lifted me up and towards him so our balls were pressed together
and our dicks were standing up between us.

"Can you hold our dicks together?" he asked me.

I could feel myself sliding against the side of the shower stall from all
of the lather on my back, so I didn't see how I could keep myself in place
if I let go of his shoulders. He must have seen it too, because he slid me
over to the corner and into it. I wasn't sliding sideways any more. I
grabbed his dick and mine in both my hands.

As soon as I did, he began to push his hips toward me. His dick slid
against mine. I watched our dicks sliding against each other. I looked up,
and he was looking straight at me. His eyes were so beautiful that I kept
staring into them until I started to cum and had to close mine. He held off
until I was finished. I couldn't stand the feeling of his dick rubbing
against the now super sensitive head of mine, so I pressed his dick against
my belly. He continued to slide it back and forth on my belly by the motion
of his hips. Then he began to shoot, sending cum up my belly and chest.

When he finished cumming, his legs must have buckled under him, because
together we slid down the shower wall and ended up on the floor with me
sitting on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged
myself tight against him. He slid his hands up my back and hugged me
too. We sat there a few minutes with our heads on each other's shoulders.

I got up first and then helped him up. We turned the water back up to
normal force and rinsed off the lather and the cum. We helped each other
dry off as we dried ourselves, and then we went to bed. We got into our
usual position with him pressed against my back and legs. His left hand
slid down my belly to cup my dick and balls. I was asleep in no time.

We woke later than usual on Thanksgiving day since we had gotten to bed so
late. There was just enough time to have some breakfast and get cleaned up
before we were due at my grandparents' house. Once we got there, it seemed
as if we became part of the cast of a play which we had performed many
times before. Not everything was repeated exactly as it had been done in
the last performance, and there were new scenes added each year and old
scenes omitted. But the essentials of the plot and many of the lines were
carried over from the last performance.

Uncle Terry launched into his I-got-the-brains-you-got-the-looks routine
with my dad as soon as we arrived. He started it by yelling to everyone out
in the kitchen that the dumb blond had arrived (the joke was my dad was
such a dumb blond that he had black hair), and dad responded by getting his
famous (in the family, anyhow) slack-jawed dopey look. They kept it up
intermittently throughout the day. I thought it was especially funny this
year for some reason.

Granpop was careful to pay individual attention to each of his
grandchildren, and careful also that each one got about the same amount of
time. Gramom was completely distracted by the effort required to prepare
dinner for eighty people, even though only eight were actually going to
eat.  After the meal she too was careful to pay individual attention to
each grandchild. Eileen seemed to be at loose ends, unusual for her. I
realized after a while that she and my mom had their routines at this
gathering, and that she couldn't play her part alone in this first
performance without her. By next year a new part would have to be written
for her .

Gramom announced that all of the preparations were at the last stage and it
was just a matter of waiting until the cooking was complete with her usual
comment at this point, "Well, that's that."  She would then disappear into
her bedroom to grab a quick shower and change her clothes. Her return would
signal that dinner was imminent. This year a small new scene was
added. Before she left, she said to me, "Call your mother and wish her a
happy Thanksgiving. Tell her we all miss her being here." I did it,
relaying the message in returned that mom missed being here too. I really
thought she meant it.

After dinner we all sat around in a semi-comatose state and watched tv. As
is required by the nature of the holiday, we had eaten far too much. Hardly
anyone moved at all because everyone knew that as soon as someone did,
Gramom would ask who was ready for a turkey sandwich. For the first few
hours, the very idea of food was repulsive. But as the afternoon wore on,
the grandchildren began to stir, and Gramom was back in the kitchen cutting
up turkey. Once food was supplied to the grandchildren, including me, the
divvying up of the leftovers began. No one would have to cook for days
afterward. The play ended with the serving of the second dessert and the
long slow departure.

When dad and I got back to his apartment, I helped him put away the
food. Then he took an alka seltzer, another part of the Thanksgiving
tradition. We both got undressed and into the shower. I got hard
immediately when he touched my shoulder. He was giving me a straightforward
lathering up, so he didn't touch my dick until he worked his way down to it
across my belly. He was pressed against my back, so I could tell he wasn't
hard.

"I can't believe you've got a hardon," he said to me. "I'm too full to even
think about sex."

"I'm not," I said.

"I can tell!" he said.

He had been washing my dick with one hand and my balls with the other one,
but just washing them. He changed what he was doing and started rubbing my
balls and dick in a more erotic way.

I told him, "That feels good."

"We aim to please" was his response.

After a few minutes, he moved back from me a little and switched his hand
from my balls to my crack. He started sliding his hand up and down, with
one finger sliding in the crack itself so it traveled across my asshole. As
I felt his hand push between my legs, I spread my feet apart to make it
easier for him. He slid his hand through my legs, rubbing my perineum and
my balls. He alternated that with rubbing it up and down my crack. With his
other hand he continued to rub my dick, changing patterns periodically so
that I got hotter and hotter but didn't really get close to cumming. I was
very aware of how good it felt to have my asshole touched. Finally he
switched from rubbing my dick to jerking it in a steady rhythm. I put one
hand on the wall of the shower to support myself and I came soon afterward.

When he took his hands off of me, I turned around. He was hard, but not so
hard that his dick was standing up. Instead it was pointing out and
downwards.  I said, "Wow, you really are too full, aren't you?"

"Why would I lie?" he asked me.

I lathered him just as straightforwardly as he did me. I felt that his
usually flat belly was rounded as I washed it. I had never felt that
before, so I knew just how over full he must be.  His dick, which had
softened down to normal size, got hard in my hand while I was washing under
his foreskin, so I asked him, "What d'ya think?"

"It feels great what you're doing, but I don't think you'll get anywhere,"
he answered.

I washed his dick a little longer just so he could enjoy the feeling, and
then I turned up the water pressure so we could rinse off.

"I don't think I could lie down right now. How about watching some tv while
I wait for the alka seltzer to work?" he asked me.

"Sure," I said. I was actually thinking I might like a turkey sandwich
before we went to bed. I held off a few minutes, thinking I had had
enough. But then I gave in and made myself one.

My dad said, "I can't believe you can eat anything else. I feel like I'll
never have to eat again."

I just laughed at him.

About an hour and a half later we went to bed. He was feeling a lot better
by then. I cuddled up to him, pressing my chest, belly, and crotch against
his right side and sliding my hand onto his chest.  I asked if it was ok to
touch his belly or if it still hurt from being too full. He told me it was
ok, so I slid my hand down until I was touching his dick. It started to
respond to my touch, so I began playing with it more seriously. I got hard
then too.

After a few minutes he was completely hard. I had been sliding his foreskin
up and down, and he had said that it felt good. Since he didn't add that it
wasn't going to go anywhere, I scooted down the bed and started licking his
dick. He spread his legs, so I got between them and started licking all
around his balls and up and down his dick. I was also rubbing behind his
balls back and forth along his perineum. When I had done that a few times,
he bent his knees, which changed the angle of his butt against the bed and
gave me access to his asshole. I slid my fingertip lightly over it and felt
the hairs growing around it. He had a lot of hair growing in his crack but
not on the cheeks of his butt, and the hair seemed to get thicker right
around his asshole. I started teasing that hair with my fingertip. I also
slipped my mouth over the head of his dick and took about half of it in. I
was very careful about my teeth. There was a lot of precum.

I worked my tongue around the head of his dick, playing with the end of his
foreskin, while I teased his asshole with my fingertip. I could tell from
the amount of precum that he was making that I was really exciting him by
the combination of things that I was doing. I kept it up for quite a while.

When he said, "I need to cum. I can't stand any more!" I started jerking
the bottom half of his dick and sucking the top half. He started to cum
very quickly after that. I began swallowing from the first spurt and kept
it up until he was finished. He reached down and pulled me up to kiss me.
I was trying to keep the weight of my body off of his belly, which pressed
my crotch against his.  His tongue slid in my mouth to taste his cum.

When he broke the kiss, he started to slide down the bed under me. He had
to wiggle to get his arms and shoulders between my legs, but finally he got
his head under my crotch. He began to lick my balls and rub the cheeks of
my ass. The sensation was incredible. After a little while, he slid further
down the bed and licked my perineum and the back of my balls. Then he slid
a little further still and started to lick around my asshole. He never
touched it directly, just circled it. I was wild with the feeling, I could
hardly stay still. Then he drew his tongue straight across my asshole. I
don't know why I didn't cum immediately. I got a jolt of pleasure that was
as close to the pleasure of an orgasm as it was possible to get without
actually going over the edge. He did that a few more times, and it turned
out to be more than I could stand. I fell forward because I couldn't
maintain my balance any longer.

I was on all fours, and suddenly I felt my dad's mouth close over my dick
and take the whole thing in. I felt his tongue moving against the loose
bundle of skin just below the head on the back side. I began to fuck his
mouth. I was trying my best to be careful and to hold still, but my will
power wasn't up to the challenge. I began to cum. It was very intense. When
it was over, I again fought my natural inclination, which was to sink
straight down. But my dad's head was under me, so I made myself roll to the
side. He started wiggling up the bed, so I laid out flat beside him and
kissed him. I slid my tongue in his mouth and could taste my cum. We kissed
like that for a little while. When we broke, I rolled onto my other side
and felt him press against my back. I felt his mostly hard dick press
against the top of my crack and the bottom of my back. And then last of all
I felt his left hand slide into my crotch and cup my dick and balls. I went
to sleep almost immediately.

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