Date: Sun, 15 Aug 1999 15:23:50 GMT
From: "Tim ." <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 6" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 6

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 even later than usual on Friday morning since we had been so late
getting to bed, not to mention to sleep. My dad said we should wait to get
cleaned since he needed to do laundry and the laundry room in his building
was only five degrees cooler than the steam room at the gym. We ate a big
breakfast, more like brunch really, and got dressed. I didn't have a lot of
different kinds of clothing with me, so he gave me a pair of his shorts and
one of his Tshirts, the same outfit he was wearing. He didn't put on any
underwear, so neither did I. He told me I looked like I was wearing my
father's clothes. For some reason, that struck him as very funny. I never
figured it out.

The laundry room was stifling. It was both hot and damp, but fortunately it
was also empty of other tenants, so we could do all of the laundry at once
instead of having to use one machine over and over. My dad said that that
was the first time he had ever been there alone. Usually there was at least
one other tenant. We went back to the apartment after we started the
washers. My dad knew just how long they took, so we read for a while and
then went down and moved it all to the dryers. There were several people
waiting for the washers when we got there. We left while it all dried and
came back just as it was finishing. Some of the stuff had to be hung up
immediately or it would wrinkle, but everything else was stuffed into the
laundry bag to be sorted and folded in the comfort of dad's apartment.

We were both ready for a shower then because we got sweaty even in the
little time we had been in the laundry room. We both took off our clothes
and I started the shower. I was ready to play around some, which my dad
figured out by seeing my hardon when he got in the shower with me.  He told
me that there wasn't time for anything but a shower since we had to meet
Larry and Chris. I made my pitiful long face at him in response, and he
laughed at me, but we still lathered each other up with no nonsense. Well,
with not much nonsense.

He was right about the time, too, because as soon as we got the clean
clothes folded and put away, got our gym clothes into his bag, and got
dressed, Larry called to see if we were ready to leave. We were going in
separate cars and meeting at the gym since we were coming from different
parts of town, but they had worked it out to synchronize our arrival since
my dad had to be there before they would be able to go in.

At the gym, Bob was at the desk again. Dad told him that Chris and I were
his guests and that Larry was a prospective member who wanted to try out
the facilities. I thought dad might have said that because of the number of
people he was bringing in, but it turned out to be true. Bob remembered me
and said hi and I said hi back.

Bob offered to give Larry the same tour he gave me and to tell him about
the membership plans, but dad said he would show him around. Then if Larry
was interested in joining, Bob could tell him about plans, costs, and all
that. Bob said that would be fine. He gave Larry a combination lock and
told him he could use any locker without a lock on it. He also told us that
the place was only about half full because on holidays the muscle builders
came in first thing in the morning, and the guys trying to lose weight
didn't come in at all. To me that meant the ones who would be there would
be people like my dad who were just trying to stay in shape.

Dad led us around to show Larry and Chris the upstairs facilities,
including the machines and the track. After about 15 minutes of that, Chris
whispered to me out of the side of his mouth, "I don't see any naked guys
here."

I whispered back, "I told you. There's a lot to do that you have to wear
clothes for."

Chris made a disgusted sound. But shortly afterward dad led us to the lower
level and into the room with the pool. Only three lanes were in use, and
while we were there, a guy got out of one of those and walked over to get
his towel from the hook. Of course, he was naked, and Chris's interest
perked up. My dad showed us the rest of that floor, pointing to the doors
to the steam room and sauna instead of going in. We passed two more men,
one naked carrying a towel and one with a towel around his waist. Then we
went into the locker room to get changed.

There was a locker without a lock right next to my dad's, so we all started
getting out of our clothes. Chris was trying to keep an eye on my dad
without it seeming like that was what he was doing. It wasn't working,
because he was pretty obvious about it. But my dad knew what Chris was
interested in, so he made sure he got a good solid look. On the other hand,
I wanted to get a look at Larry, which I did. He seemed to be "cooperating"
too, although not as much as my dad.

I asked Chris, "Do you want to swim or what? I don't want to put my clothes
on if we are."

Chris wasn't naked yet. From looking at his crotch, I decided he was having
a bad attack of the shriveled dick and was trying to avoid taking off his
briefs until he had to. "How about if we run the track first?" he said.

I started pulling on the clothes I brought to work out in. Larry was
interested in the machines, so dad said it might be a good idea to get Bob
to work with him to show him how they worked in case my dad had forgotten
anything about any of them. They were dressed by then. As they left, my dad
said he would find us later.

Chris had taken his briefs off and put his jock on with his back turned to
the rest of us. I was sure he was afflicted with the disappearing dick
rather than a hardon, so I asked him.

"Just like you said, sure as shit," he said as he pulled down the front of
his jock to show me. He was clearly more embarrassed about that than he
would have been by a hardon. Someone walked into the lockers then, so he
jerked his jock up and pulled on his shorts. Several more guys came in by
the time he was ready, so we both got a look at a few more naked men. "I
bet this place is dick city when it's really busy," he said.

"You know it," I replied.

We went up and did a few laps around the track. We were not moving fast
enough to call it running. Since we were moving so slowly, we could look
down on the machines from some parts of the track, so we saw dad and Larry
on machines with Bob talking to Larry about them.

"Your dad's got a cool dick," Chris said. "His is the first one I ever saw
that wasn't circumcised."

"Yeah. I would have had one too if it wasn't for grandfather," I said. He
remembered that I had told him about the talk my dad and I had about
it. "How about going down to the swimming pool? Is your dick ok yet?"

"Yeah, I think it'll be ok now. I think I was so afraid of getting a hardon
in front of our dads that I just about sucked it inside," he said.

"Just like I told you," I said.

"Just like you told me," he said. "Smart ass."

We went down the two floors to the locker room, picked up some towels, and
got out of our clothes. Chris's dick was back to its normal soft size. I
wondered if he would wrap his towel around his waist or not. He must have
been real comfortable with the idea of being naked by then, because when he
saw I was just carrying mine, he did the same.

We took a quick shower and went into the pool area. Four lanes were in use,
so there was room for us. We hung our towels on the hooks and dove in. We
weren't swimming as fast as the otherr guys in the pool, but we were going
at a respectable rate. A few laps was all it took to finish me off. Chris
was already sitting on the side drying his face when I finished my last
lap. I pulled myself out beside him and he handed me my towel.

In a few minutes, Chris asked me what else I wanted to do. Since I didn't
get into the steam room or the sauna the last time, I wanted to try one of
them. We decided on the steam room. It turned out that there was a small
area with a shower between the door to the main pool area and the door to
the steam room itself. We both rinsed off, thinking that that was its
purpose. But just as we were about to go in the door, I got a cramp that
told me I needed to make it to the toilet in a hurry. I told Chris to go on
in and I would be right back.

I was gone a little longer than I expected. When I went into the steam
room, I could hardly see anything. It was fairly dark, and there were
clouds of steam making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front
of my face. I saw that there were two levels of benches along the walls and
that seemed to be it. I didn't see any people, but for some reason I
thought I shouldn't call out to Chris to find out where he was. Instead, I
kept the bench on my right side in view and walked slowly down the
room. The left side was invisible behind the steam. Chris was on the top
bench near the corner. "I finally got here," I said as I got up on the
first bench and walked down to sit beside him.

It was then that I first noticed that there was a guy sitting at the same
level as Chris but on the bench at a right angle to his. As I spoke, the
guy slid across his bench away from Chris and disappeared into the steam. I
only got a quick look at him, but I thought he had a hardon. When I sat
down next to Chris, I saw that he had one too. I heard the door open and
shut.

I whispered to him, "What were you doing?"

He whispered back, "When I came in here, I walked to the end to see what
was here. It's just these benches. But I saw this guy sitting there with a
towel across his lap. I went back some and got up on the bench right where
I could just barely see him. I was trying to keep an eye on him but not
really look at him, you know. I kind of had the idea that he was moving his
hand on his towel.

"In a little while I could really tell he was doing something with his
hand. That gave me a hardon.  I tried to cover it with my hand. But the guy
pulled his towel off and said for me to slide over closer. I could see he
had a hardon too, so I did. I wanted to see it.

"When I got near him, he put his hand on my leg and started sliding it up
and down. He told me there was nobody else in here but him and me. I still
had my hand over my hardon, but I could see his real good. It looked big!
He pulled on my leg and told me to slide closer, so I did. Then he asked me
if he could see my dick. I figured since I could see he had a hardon, it
was no big thing for me to have one too, so I let him. He asked me if he
could touch it too, so I told him yes. It felt so great when he touched it!
He rubbed and squeezed it all over.

"He took his hand off mine and told me I could feel his too if I wanted. I
sure did! He was really hard. And he was big too. I thought he already came
because the head was like covered with cum that wasn't real thick but he
was still hard. Then he leaned over and put his mouth straight down on my
dick and started sucking. Man it was so great! He never got me with his
teeth once. I came right before you opened the door. He swallowed it!

"He jerked his mouth off of my dick when we heard the door open. He
whispered to me to just sit still because whoever it was might stay by the
door or maybe even leave if they didn't know anybody was in here. Then you
said you were here, and he was gone. It was wild, man. I wish you had of
been here."

"Me too!" I said. I was squeezing my own dick, which had gotten hard as he
was telling me the story. "I can't believe you just walked in here and some
guy gave you a blow job!"

"It happened so fast I still can't believe it!" he said.

"Were you going to do it to him too?" I asked.

"I never even thought about it," he answered, "I couldn't even believe he
was doing it to me!"  Then after a minute, he said, "You want me to do it
to you?"

"Yes!" I said.

The whole idea that such a thing could happen to Chris, or in fact to
anybody, had gotten me very hot. Chris ducked his head into my crotch as
soon as I said yes and took almost my whole dick straight into his
mouth. He slid his mouth up and down my dick about as fast as he usually
moved his hand when he jerked me off. And he was being very careful with
his teeth. He only scraped me twice. I came almost immediately.

"Man, that was great!" I told him.

He sat up and I saw that he was jerking his dick as fast as his hand could
move. I asked him, "Want me to do it to you?"

For an answer, he quit jerking and shoved his hips toward me. I went down
on his dick, taking most of it into my mouth. I started working the back
with my tongue and jerking the part that wasn't in my mouth. He was so
close already that it only took a minute before he was dribbling a very
small amount of cum in my mouth. Not too surprising since it could hardly
have been ten minutes since the last time he came.

We sat there trying to calm down. It wasn't long before I heard the door
open and my dad call out, "You guys in here?"

I answered that we were. He and Larry came in and sat on the bench that
Chris's friend had vacated, my dad sitting near Chris. They were just
carrying their towels, so it turned out that we were all sitting there
naked just as Chris had imagined it would be at the gym. Dad asked what we
had been doing, and I gave him the censored version. Then he told us what
machines he and Larry had used and that they had even worked together for a
little while on the free weights.

Larry said, "I'm already hurting. I probably won't be able to move
tomorrow. I got to start working out more regular."

My dad asked him, "I thought you were overdoing it myself. Why don't you
join? I really think this place is the best."

Larry said, "I just about decided to do it when we leave."

All this while the four of us were sitting there on the seats naked with
our legs spread and our elbows up on the backs of the benches. I could just
barely see Larry's dick because we were the two farthest apart. But Chris
and dad were sitting side by side, and I could see when I looked at my dad
to talk to him that Chris was practically staring into my dad's lap. We
continued to sit there a while longer, saying nothing.

It was on the way out of the steam room that we learned that the shower was
for cooling off. The four of us managed to do an elaborate dance under the
one shower head until we had all cooled down somewhat. I think if Chris and
I hadn't just cum, we would have gotten hard, because there was a
considerable amount of rubbing up against each other as the four of us
worked to move in and out of the shower spray.

Larry wanted to have a go at the hot tub too because he said it would keep
his muscles from knotting up, so the four of us headed there next. We got
into a corner there too, but with me and Chris beside each other in the
corner, my dad next to me and Larry next to Chris. Chris and I were already
hot from being in the steam room so much longer than our dads, so after a
few minutes I sat up on the side to cool off some. I told Chris why I was
doing it, so he did it too. We sat there for about ten minutes and then
slipped back down into the water when our dads got up on the sides to sit.

Larry and my dad kept talking off and on. That was when I got my best look
at Larry's dick. His dick was soft, but it was hanging long from the heat
of the steam room and the hot tub. It was the same length as my dad's that
way. He was cut, and the head was wider than the shaft more than mine
was. It must have stuck over more than a quarter inch all the way
around. The head was a little more pointed than a mushroom. The shaft was
actually pretty thick, but it looked thinner because the size of the
head. His balls hung down farther than my dad's did. I thought it was funny
how different his dick was from Chris's, whose dick was so much like mine.

Chris got lots of chances to look at my dad's dick too, but my dad made it
even easier for him by sitting with one leg bent and his foot on the rim in
just the position Todd had used to show his dick to me. I wouldn't have
thought anything of it if my dad and I hadn't talked about Todd sitting
that way for just that reason.

Chris and I sat on the rim while our dads got another fifteen minute soak,
but we decided to stay out while they cooled off. We dumped our towels in
the bin and got fresh ones on the way to the showers. We had them all to
ourselves because most everyone else had left. We took long cool
showers. Chris practically stared when my dad started sliding his foreskin
around as he washed his dick. By the time we were getting dressed, I felt
as if Chris should have been satisfied with the chances he got to look at
my dad. I was sure what his jerk off fantasies would be for the next
several days.

Larry did sign up on the way out, and he and my dad talked about meeting
there the following Monday after work. The four of us went for supper
then. Afterwards dad and I went back to his apartment. We got undressed
right away and headed for the sofa to watch some tv. On the way my dad
asked if I wanted a beer.  I did, so we both got one and then settled into
our usual cuddling position.

We weren't like that long when dad said, "You know, I think I might have
shown off some in front of Larry."

I asked him, "Why, are you hurting?"

"Yeah," he said. "What's it worth to you to rub my back and legs for a
while?"

"I'll have to do it for free," I said. "You can't afford my usual rates."

"Sounds like a good deal to me," he said.

I got up. He took a long swig of his beer and then wiggled and rolled his
way down the sofa until he was laying on his belly. He looked great laying
there. I could see the hair making his crack dark and then spread into a
little fan on his lower back right above the top of his crack. His back and
the cheeks of his ass were all smooth, but his arms and legs were hairy.

I said, "You can't see the tv like that."

"I don't care," he told me.

I didn't care either. I would much rather have been massaging him. I
straddled his lower back just above the curve of his butt. I loved the feel
of my balls and perineum pressing against his skin. I started massaging his
shoulders, putting just about all the strength I had in my fingers into it
because I knew he liked it that way. He groaned. I asked if I was hurting
him but he told me it felt great. I worked on his shoulders for a while and
then moved slowly down his back. I loved massaging the muscles of his butt,
spreading his cheeks and running my fingers along the hair that grew
there. I had him spread his legs and got between them so I could work on
them. I started on his butt again, and I could just see his asshole almost
completely hidden in the hair as I spread his cheeks apart.

I was nearly at his feet when he asked me, "Did I give Chris a good enough
look?"

"Sure did," I said, "especially when you put your leg up like Todd did
sitting on the side of the hot tub."

"I figured you knew why I was doing that because you kind of gave me a
look," he said. "I'll be interested to hear what he says when you see him
next week."

"Me too. A lot more happened than he ever hoped would," I said.

When I got to his feet, I asked him what he wanted me to do next, more on
his back or the front of his legs. He wanted to turn over, so I got up and
swallowed some of my beer. He sat up and finished his. He asked me to get
him another and told me I could have one too, but I hadn't finished mine. I
was very wary of getting drunk again.

I brought him another beer. He took a couple of big swallows and then
stretched out on his back.  I got between his legs and started massaging
upwards from his feet. I had a great view of his dick laying soft toward
the left across his belly and his balls nestled at the juncture of his
legs.

"So what happened more than Chris ever hoped it would?" my dad asked.

I told him what happened in the steam room, right up to where Chris and I
sucked each other off.  I got hard instantly when I started to tell it, but
my dad got hard more slowly. I loved watching his dick change as it
did. First it seemed to get fuller and thicker. Then the foreskin, which
always looked folded around the head when he was soft, slowly became smooth
until finally a little opening formed in it through which I could have seen
the slit in the head if I had been in the right position. The outline of
the head also became visible through the foreskin. Last of all it tried to
roll sideways so it could stick up his belly, but it seemed to get caught
and finally moved to its upright position in a series of jerks. I wanted to
take it in my mouth.

I had thought my dad would be surprised but he wasn't at all. He said,
"That doesn't happen a whole lot. It happens more in the steam room when
it's not crowded like today. But once when the place was packed I walked in
on a guy sucking another guy's dick in the sauna."

"The guy who sucked Chris didn't want me to see him," I said. "Did the guys
you saw jump up and run?"

"Probably he just couldn't tell who you were and he was afraid you might be
Chris's dad," he said. "No, those guys just kept right on. They both looked
up at me, but I guess when I didn't make a fuss, they figured I was cool
with it. I just sat down and watched them."

"Wow!" I said. "I would have gotten a hardon right away." By this time I
had made it up to his crotch. I was rubbing his balls and jerking his dick
real slow so I could watch the head slide in and out of the foreskin.

"I did. That was probably part of the reason they figured I was ok," he
said.

"Did you really just sit there and watch them?" I asked.

"No. I sat there and jerked off. Watching them made me really hot," he
answered.

"I guess I would have done that too," I said.

A drop of precum appeared at his slit, so I leaned down and licked it
off. Dad shivered when I did, so I kept licking around the head of his
dick. When I slid his foreskin upwards, I shoved the tip of my tongue into
his slit and forced his foreskin past the end of his dick and over the end
of my tongue. When I had it like that, I could work the tip of my tongue
around the inside of his foreskin. I had just figured out that I could do
that.

"That feels so good that I hate to say this, but could you massage my back
a little more? I really need it," he said.

"Sure," I told him.

I moved from between his legs. He got another long swallow of his beer and
turned onto his belly.  I finished mine and straddled his back. I started
at the shoulders again, but I asked him to tell me where he wanted me to
rub. It was mostly his shoulders, but he wanted his lower back done too, so
I moved to that part after he said his shoulders were feeling ok. At first
I was straddling his thighs, but after a while I told him to spread his
legs and I got between them.

When he said I had worked out the pain from there, I kept on rubbing his
butt, but I switched to doing it lightly. I was rubbing my thumbs up and
down in his crack while I was using my palms and fingers on his cheeks. I
could touch the hair lightly in his crack and watch him shiver from it,
especially when I was touching the hair around his asshole. I got to
thinking how good it felt when he licked my asshole the night before, so I
moved farther down the sofa so my head was right above his butt when I
leaned down. Then I started to blow on the hair up and down his crack.

"That feels incredible!" he said.

Since he liked it so much, I kept it up for a little while. Then I started
to drag my tongue along his crack, again touching only the hair. I had both
hands on his butt, so I could feel his reaction to what I was doing. I
spread his cheeks while I was dragging my tongue, and after a while I
started to stay near his asshole. I was teasing him so much that he was
pushing his butt upwards toward my mouth. I had his cheeks spread so wide
that I could see his asshole clearly. I slid the tip of my tongue across
it. He let out a loud moan. I blew on it then. He couldn't stay still.

Once I had touched his asshole with my tongue, I started alternating
sliding my tongue back and forth across it and blowing on it. I was
salivating as much as I could to keep it wet, and I could feel the hairs
around his asshole wrapping around my tongue as I slid it back and
forth. He was writhing on the sofa under me and moaning like crazy.

After a few minutes, he said he wanted to turn over. When he did, I could
see his dick was throbbing over his belly and pouring out precum. I leaned
over from where I was kneeling on the ottoman and started licking the
precum from the head of his dick. He reached for my right leg and pulled me
toward him. I kept my mouth on his dick so I actually pivoted on it to
bring my legs around towards his head. He kept pulling until I was
straddling his chest with my right leg between his side and the back of the
sofa and my left knee on the outside edge.

He started licking the inside of my thighs and my balls. He slid one hand
up my chest and started rubbing my nipples, and he slid the other had
around me to start stroking my dick. I let his dick fall out of my mouth
and started licking on his balls. I was sliding his foreskin back and forth
with my right hand and I had worked my left hand under his leg so I could
run my fingertip back and forth across his asshole.

I could feel him work his mouth from the back of my balls onto my
perineum. I wanted him to lick my asshole again so bad that I straightened
up so he would be able to reach it. I guess I practically sat on his
mouth. I felt his tongue stab my asshole and then start to lick it. He
continued to jerk my dick while he did that. I was still holding his but
not stroking any longer. My whole attention was focused on my asshole and
the sensations he was creating there. Then I started to cum. It was a hard
cum, it felt incredible. I had to let go of his dick and hold on to the
back of the sofa to keep from falling over. My cum landed everywhere, on
his legs and belly and on the back of the sofa.

As soon as I finished cumming, I leaned over and slid my hands between his
legs so I could grab them from the back. I pulled them up and spread them,
pressing my mouth against his asshole and driving my tongue in as far as it
would go. I licked and sucked on his asshole and felt it loosen up.  My
face was covered with the heavy, musky taste and smell of it. Then I let
his legs down slowly while I licked up his perineum, across his balls, and
up the back of his dick. I pressed my mouth down on his dick as far as I
could. I felt it hit the back of my throat, but I didn't gag, so I kept
pressing. I was surprised when my lips met his pubic hair, but since I
still wasn't gagging, I pressed them hard against it. I could feel my dad's
hands rubbing up and down my back.

Finally I had to pull off of his dick to breathe, and then when I tried
take it all in again, I started to gag, so I slid my mouth up and down on
the top half while I jerked the bottom half. When my dad started cumming, I
started swallowing. There seemed to be more cum than other times, but I got
it all. When he was finished, I crawled sideways back onto the ottoman and
kissed him. Our tongues slid into each other's mouths so he could taste his
cum too. I crawled back on top of him but facing him this time, and I tried
to support some of my weight with my legs while he hugged me. But he
intertwined his legs with mine and hugged me tight, so I just laid on him.

When we got up after a while, we were both covered with my cum which I had
smeared all over us with my writhing around. We decided to go on to bed, so
we went into the bathroom and wiped the cum off of each other with a
washcloth. When we got in bed, we cuddled into our usual position. His dick
was still about half hard and I could feel how hot it was as it pressed
against my lover back. The last thing I felt as I went to sleep was my dad
sliding his hand down to my crotch to cup my dick and balls.

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