Date: Sat, 21 Aug 1999 19:19:29 GMT
From: "Tim ." <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 7" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 7
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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Saturday morning I woke up before dad. That was a first. But the first
thing that I was really aware of was that I had to pee desperately. The one
can of beer I had had the night before wanted out, and it wanted out now. I
slipped off of the bed, trying not to disturb my dad, and rushed into the
bathroom. There I went through the familiar routine of trying to relieve a
piss hardon which is fighting you ever step of the way.

When I woke up, dad was on his right side facing me. When I returned to
bed, he was on his back with his left hand on his belly. It gave me a
chance to look at him while he was asleep. It was the first time I ever
noticed how long his eyelashes were. I loved looking at the black stubble
all over the lower half of his face and the top of his neck. His mouth was
open slightly, and his chest was rising and falling slowly from his
breathing. There was no sound. He had a hardon sticking up his belly, which
I assumed was a piss hardon. I thought that meant he would wake up
soon. His right leg was sticking straight down the bed, but his left leg
was bent a little at the knee. He looked wonderful.

My hardon, only half gone after the draining of my bladder, returned as the
real thing while I looked at him. I started squeezing it, almost as a
reflex action. Whether it was my movement or simply his having had enough
sleep which caused it, he opened his eyes. After just a few seconds, he
turned his head toward me and smiled.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning," I replied.

His eyes flicked downward then, attracted by the movement of my hand in my
crotch, which I was hardly aware of. I just don't wake up fast. My body
functions, but my brain lags behind. I continued to rub my dick as he
looked in that direction.

"I have to pee bad, but if you're gonna jerk off, I'd rather suffer with it
and watch," he said.

He wakes up a lot faster than I do. I was just then beginning to realize
that I was doing it. I snatched my hand off of my dick and I supposed I
turned red, because I was suddenly very embarrassed and my face felt hot.

He must have seen my embarrassment, because he said, "I've seen you jerk
off before, you know.  And you've seen me. With all the stuff we've done
with each other this week, there is sure no reason for you not to go ahead
and jerk off in front of me if you feel like it."

Of course that made sense. Even half awake I realized that I didn't need to
be embarrassed. So I went back to jerking off. I started on my side, but
that was not a good position for it. I rolled onto my back. Dad rolled onto
his side facing me and propped his head up on his right hand. I guess he
had a perfect view. He put his left hand on my belly and started to rub it
gently. For some reason that was very hot right then. I slid my left hand
across the sheet and took hold of his hardon, which was sticking up his
belly and out toward me.

"Easy there," he said, "I really have to pee bad."

Just holding it was enough. I could feel his heart beating in it, as you
can with really hard piss hardons. I closed my eyes as I started getting
the sensations that signal the preparations of your body for the coming
orgasm. Then I shot straight up my belly and chest. When I opened my eyes,
I saw I had shot cum straight across his hand as it rubbed my belly.

He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Then he said, "I am going to die
if I don't pee right now!" as he literally leaped out of bed and ran into
the bathroom. He had better luck with his piss hardon than I did, because I
heard water splashing in the toilet as soon as he got in the room.

He came back with a damp washcloth and a half hard dick. He held out the
washcloth and said, "I can wipe you off and we can eat, or we can head for
the shower. Personally I could use some hot water beating on my shoulders
right now, but don't let that influence your decision."

"Gee, I'm kinda hungry," I whined.

He threw the washcloth at me. I ducked it and rolled off the side of the
bed. As it slid down the wall behind me, I poked my head up and asked him,
"Do you want me to rub your shoulders?"

"I'd really love that. Can I get you do to it in the shower?" he asked.

"What's in it for me?" I asked as I crawled back onto the bed.

"Ok, here it comes, what do you want?" he asked with an exaggerated tone of
being thoroughly put upon.

"I want to suck your dick," I answered, "for a long time." I figured I
might as well ask for what I really wanted.

He gave an exasperated sigh. "You sure drive a hard bargain. Before you rub
or after?" he asked.

"Well, I guess I can wait for after, seeing as how you hurt right now," I
said

"That's really nice of you. I mean not taking advantage of my pain or
anything. I guess it's a deal then," he said.

He headed into the bathroom and I followed him. When the water was right,
we both got in the shower. He sat on the floor with the water beating down
on him and I stood behind him so I could put pressure on his shoulders.  I
worked on his shoulders for quite a while. When he told me he had had
enough for the time being, he stood up and I turned the water down to a
trickle so I could begin to lather him. When I got to his lower back, he
said that could use some rubbing too. I told him that would be easier if he
was laying flat, and he agreed.

"What's it going to cost me?" he asked.

"Man, I don't know. My fingers'r pretty sore already. Like it's gonna have
to be something really good," I said.

"How about if I suck your dick," he asked me, "for a really long time."

"I'd probably just cum real quick and you'd think you were off the
hook. Besides, that way it's you who gets to do something. That doesn't
sound so great to me," I told him. I was soaping his balls and his left leg
then, so I worked my hand around to his dick and started lathering it
up. He got hard in my hand.

"Well, the same thing could happen to your deal, you know. I mean I could
cum right away and then you'd be out of luck," he said.

"No way, our deal is I get to suck your dick for a really long time, not
just until you cum. I get to say what a really long time is," I told him,
"just like you got to say when it was enough when I was rubbing your
shoulders." I was stroking his dick slowly with lots of lather. My dick was
hard again too.

"I don't know how we're going to work this out, but I can tell you one
thing. In about one more minute I am going to be shooting cum all down the
side of this shower if you keep that up and then I won't be interested in
having my dick sucked at all," he said.

That seemed like a real waste, so I stopped stroking his dick immediately
and washed his right leg. I washed his chest and belly by wrapping my arms
around him. My dick felt so good sliding around on his soapy legs and in
the bottom of his crack. I turned him around to wash under his foreskin,
but I didn't do it for very long because I didn't know how close he really
was.

He washed me entirely from the back, ending up stroking my dick and
massaging my balls while his dick slid around the top of my crack. I was
moving on towards cumming when he stopped and turned up the water so we
could rinse off.

When we were drying off, I told him I would help him. The only part I
wanted to help with was his dick, so I took hold of it and dried it
carefully. Then I said, "I want a little bit of what you owe me." I knelt
down and sucked his whole dick into my mouth. That was possible only
because it was about half hard. It got hard in my mouth, which caused the
bottom half to back out of my open lips like a car backing out of a garage.

"Is this going to take long?" he asked me, with an exaggerated bored sound
to his voice..

"Umpf," I replied. My mouth was too full for me to make coherent sounds.

"Well, I just thought I'd like to sit down if you're going to keep doing
that real long," he said

I let his dick flop out of my mouth. His dick bounced a few times as I
stood up and ended up pointing up at me, all shiny from my saliva. "I knew
you wouldn't pay up once I rubbed your shoulders. I should've sucked
first," I told him.

"Not true! I always pay my debts. Let's eat breakfast and then you can rub
my back," he said.

"In a pig's eye!" I said.

So we went into the kitchen and had breakfast. After that he laid on his
belly on the bed and I massaged his lower back.

When I had been massaging for about fifteen minutes, the phone rang. I was
straddling his back and facing down his legs to rub his lower back, so he
had to reach for the phone.

"Hello?" I heard him say, and then, "Oh, hi Chris, how's it going?" After a
pause, he said, "Well, I'm glad you liked it. Your dad can take you with
him as a guest since he's a member now. It was great the four of getting
together." I could imagine the other end of the conversation just from
hearing my dad's side of it. There was another pause, then he laughed a
little bit and said, "My shoulders are pretty sore too but I don't think
I'm as bad off as that. I guess that's what we get for trying to show off
to each other." Then finally, "Sure, here he is." With that, he told me
Chris wanted to talk to me and held the phone up in the air.

I took it and asked, "Whassup?" I had continued massaging my dad's lower
back while he talked to Chris, but once I took the phone, I had only one
hand free. I used it to rub his butt gently.

Chris answered me in a low whisper, so I knew he wanted to talk about
something he didn't want anyone else to hear. He swears his mother could
hear it if a toilet flushed on Mars. "Can you come over and spend the night
tonight?"

I knew he wanted sex. Usually if we couldn't get together to jerk each
other off for a few days because someone was home after school at both our
houses, one of us would spend the night at the other one's house. The usual
excuse was that we had to study for a test together. I figured he was all
heated up from the blow job and the long look at my dad's dick. But I told
him, "This is my last night at my dad's. I can't tonight." I knew he would
be disappointed.

"Man, I guess I understand, but I'm going out of my mind here," he
whispered. "Can your dad hear what you're saying?"

He could, of course, but it didn't matter. "No," I said.

"I have jerked off so many times since we got home that my dick is almost
too sore for me to touch it any more. And my balls hurt," he whispered.

I had started sliding my finger slowly up and down my dad's crack. He
spread his legs immediately to give me better access, so I started rubbing
from the back of his balls to his asshole.  I loved watching the hair on
his asshole curl around my finger as I rolled my finger around in it.

"Wow," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I thought if you came over, then we could suck each other. That has to be
easier on your dick than jerking it. And I want to tell you about something
else that happened," he whispered.

"I really can't, honest. I mean it's my last night here," I told
him. "Can't you tell me whatever it is now."

"I really want to talk to you about it. But I guess I can. Last night I was
jerking off in bed and my dad caught me," he whispered.

"Wow!" I said. "What'd he do?"

"That's the weird thing," he whispered. "I rolled over on my belly the
minute he opened the door, but I kinda knew it was too late and he already
saw what I was doing. I was sure he was gonna be all kinds of pissed off,
but he wasn't. He came in and sat on my bed. He told me, 'Chris, turn over
and look at me. Everybody jerks off. It's just normal.' Blew my mind
completely! I rolled on my back, but I kept my hand over my dick. It was
soft by then but I still kept it covered anyhow. I just looked at him. He
said, 'It really is just a normal thing. You don't have to be embarrassed
about it. Every guy does it.'

"I finally got it figured out that maybe he wasn't mad after all. I asked
him, 'You aren't mad or anything?' 'Hell no,' he told me, 'after all, it's
your dick. What have I got to be mad about?' I told him, 'I just thought
you might be.' I was having a really hard time taking all this in.

"Then he said, 'Well, what I wanted wasn't really important anyhow. I'm
sorry I interrupted you.  Let me get out of here so you get back to it.'
Then he patted me on the shoulder and stood up.  And what really blew my
mind was he had a hardon! He was just wearing boxers and they stuck
straight out! My dick got like a rock in a split second! I about ripped it
off jerking myself off after he left. I gotta talk to you about this!"

"Man I'm really sorry, but I can't do it until Monday night. You know my
mom won't let me tomorrow night because it'll be my first night back home,"
I told him. "But I promise Monday night, ok?"

"My dick'll look like a piece of raw meat by Monday night," he whispered.

"Well use something slick and quit just jerking it dry," I told him. Then I
heard his mother calling to ask if he was on the phone.

"I gotta go," he said in a normal voice. "You promise Monday, right? You
swear?"

"I swear!" I said.

He hung up. I was hard as a rock from Chris's story and from playing with
my dad's asshole. I asked dad if he could reach the phone to hang it up,
and he did. I went back to massaging his back.

"Sounds like a crisis," he said.

"Yeah," I answered, "Chris's dad caught him jerking off last night."

"He give him a hard time over it?" he asked.

"No, that's what blew Chris away. He told him everybody does it and not to
worry about it," I said.

"Everybody does do it. You and I already talked about that," my dad
said. "Why did that blow Chris away?"

"It wasn't what he expected. And he said his dad got a hardon," I said.

"If I had of caught you jerking off, I probably would have got a hardon
too. I mean a couple weeks ago, not now. Well, maybe if I caught you
now. Depends," he told me.

I didn't know what to say about that, so I didn't say anything.

In a minute or so, my dad asked me, "So what happens on Monday night? You
spend the night at Chris's and the two of you suck like crazy?"

"That's the plan," I answered. It occurred to me then that I had answered
him about this just as if he had asked me if the two of us were going to
see a movie. The very fact that it didn't seem strange to be telling him
about it seemed strange somehow. I realized how comfortable I had become
with talking to him about sex in such a short time.

"Sounds like a good plan to me," he said. "How long have you and Chris been
doing that?"

"Sucking you mean? The first time we actually did it so it worked was
yesterday in the steam room," I said.

"Really? What do you mean 'did it so it worked'?" he asked.

"Well, we tried it but we had a lot of trouble with our teeth so we would
end up just jerking each other off instead," I said.

"Oh, I understand about the teeth. I thought you were trying to circumcise
me the first time," he said.

"I sure wouldn't want to do that!" I told him. "I like your foreskin. I
wish I had one too."

"So you guys have been jerking each other off since when?" he asked me.

"Since we were like ten. It was right after I learned how to do it. I
taught him as soon as I could. I had to do it to him to show him how so
then he wanted to do it to me. We have been doing it each other ever
since," I said.

"Well, having a jerk off buddy you do it with is just as normal as jerking
off is," he told me. "I think you've rubbed me enough there. Thanks."

"Don't mention it," I said as I got off his back. "But remember you owe
me."

"How could I forget?" he asked, with an exaggerated sigh as he turned over.

Since he just laid there after he turned over, I laid down beside him. I
propped my head up with my left hand and put my right hand on his chest. I
was just rubbing my fingers lightly in the hair and trying to decide if I
wanted to start playing with his dick, which was half hard. I was still
hard, so I pushed my crotch against his hip. When he felt my dick pressing
against him, he pushed his right leg back against it. I lifted my right leg
so he could slide his knee through. When we were done moving, I had my dick
pressed firmly against the place where his leg joins his hip and his thigh
was pressed tightly against my balls and perineum.

"You know something I always wondered about? How did you and Larry get to
be best friends? I mean, he is like five years older than you, right?" I
asked as I rubbed my fingers in the hair farther and farther down his
chest.

"He started out Terry's best friend and then I kind of inherited him when
Terry went off to college," he told me. "Larry went to college here. He and
Terry drifted apart after Terry left."

"Was Larry your jerk off buddy?" I asked. "You told me he taught you how to
jerk off."

"He got to be later on but he wasn't at first. I guess he was really
Terry's jerk off buddy," he answered. "I was always hanging around with
them from the time when I was little. Terry was great that way, he would
drag me along and make the other big guys put up with me."

"So the three of you jerked off together?" I asked.

"No way! Terry never would've gone for that," he answered. "What happened
was Larry was staying overnight at our house one night. He and Terry were
always doing that, staying at each other's houses. Larry would even come
over when Terry was out on a date and just sleep in his room and wait for
him to get home. I guess Terry did the same thing. Larry would just come in
our house like he lived there, just like Chris always did back when I lived
with you and your mom."

"He still does," I said.

"I figured that hadn't changed," he said. "Anyhow, what happened was I woke
up one night with a wet crotch. I knew I didn't wet the bed because there
was just a little sticky wet spot on my boxers and there was one on the
sheet too. The other two times it had happened, I went into Terry's room
and woke him. I was embarrassed about it so I didn't want to wake dad or
mom, but Terry always covered for me whenever I did something I thought
would get me into trouble, so I went to him for this too.

"This time Terry wasn't home yet, but Larry was there waiting for him. He
was still awake. He asked me what was the matter. I trusted him almost as
much as I trusted Terry, so I crawled into bed with him and told him what
happened. He told me I had a wet dream. I thought he meant I wet myself and
I was real upset, but he told me that wasn't what he meant. He told me what
the wetness really was and he said it probably happened because I didn't
jerk off.

"Well, I didn't have any idea what jerking off was, so I asked him. He told
me it would be easier to show me than tell me. But he wanted us to go back
to my room and he would show me there, so we did. It turned out the sheet
had already dried. He pulled my boxers down and sat me on the bed. Then he
started rubbing my dick. It felt good but it felt really strange too. Of
course I got hard right away. He kept changing the way he was holding it
until he figured out a way that suited him. I think the problem was how
small it was compared to his, but I didn't know that at the time.

"Suddenly I thought I was going to have to pee. I told him, but he said I
wouldn't and just to wait. Then I had my first orgasm while I was awake. It
was an incredible experience."

By this time my hand had reached his crotch and I was stroking his dick,
which had gotten hard while he was telling me the story. I was also humping
my dick against his hip. But I was being careful so that I didn't get
either one of us too close to cumming. I had other plans for that.

"Wow!" I said. "So that was when he taught you how to jerk off, huh?"

"Yep. Course, there wasn't much cum because I just had the wet dream, but
the pleasure was intense," he said. "Then I noticed that his dick was hard
and sticking out of his boxers. It wasn't the first time I had seen it hard
because I would jump into bed with him and Terry in the mornings and one or
the other would have a hardon sticking out of their boxers. But it was the
first time I really noticed it. It certainly looked huge to me then, not
that it isn't pretty big anyhow. I just reached out for it. I asked him if
I could do the same thing to him. But before he could even answer me, we
heard the front door close, which meant Terry was home. So he told me I
could another time, but not right then. He flipped his dick back into his
boxers and left.

" I tried jerking off again as soon as he left. I think I spent most of the
night doing it until I had my technique worked out. I remember my dick was
really sore the next day."

"That's what's wrong with Chris right now," I told him. "He has jerked off
so much since yesterday that his dick is too sore to touch. So how did you
get to be jerk off buddies?"

"It happened gradually," he said. "The next time Larry came to stay with
Terry when Terry was on a date, we did it to each other. I remember how
much I loved touching his big dick. Then he would babysit with me sometimes
too, and we would do it as many times as we could. I think as he did it
less and less with Terry, he did it more and more with me.

"When Terry left for college, Larry kept right on coming over to visit with
my parents and me.  We'd been jerking each other off for about a year then
and we kept right on doing it. We'd jerk each other off whenever we got the
chance. We took a lot of chances on getting caught too."

"So when did you and him quit doing it?" I asked. I was rubbing the precum
around the head of his dick. It had started oozing out as he was telling
the story. Every minute or so it would throb and ooze out some more.

"What makes you think we ever quit?" he asked me.

That really surprised me! I was taking it for granted that they didn't do
it any longer. "I don't know," I said. "I guess I just thought you didn't
do it any more."

"Well, really we did stop when I married your mom. We slowed down some when
Larry got married but we didn't stop altogether until I did too. It just
happened. I guess it was because it was so hard to get an opportunity after
we were both married."

"So you just never jerked each other off again," I said.

"Well, actually we did, kinda," he said. "It was right after the vacation
where I met Paul. Larry was at the house helping me build the deck. I think
you and your mom were at her parents' house for the weekend. I never went
there if I wasn't forced into it. Building the deck was a great way out.

"When we were finished with the deck, we got cleaned up and had a few
beers. We got to talking about the crazy things we did when we were kids. I
guess we moved from that to the times we took chances getting caught while
we were jerking each other off. I got hard thinking about it and I could
see Larry had a lump in his shorts too. So I just put my hand on the
lump. He did the same thing to me. We got each other's shorts off pretty
quick and started jerking each other off.

"I told him I learned something new. Then I just leaned down and started
sucking his dick. He was already close, so that sent him over the edge. As
soon as he stopped cumming, he pushed me off of his dick and started
sucking mine. I came pretty quick too. After it was over, he told me he had
been wanting to do that to me for years. I told him about me and Paul. He
stayed for supper.  We sucked each other off twice more before he went
home."

"You guys still do it?" I asked.

"Yeah, we get together every few weeks, whenever we can," he told me.

That really blew me away. I had no idea. Now I had this picture in my head
of my dad and Larry sucking each other off. Then I started thinking about
me and Chris doing it too. We were doing just what our dads were doing. It
was really a mind-blowing picture.

My dad interrupted my thinking by asking, "How about collecting some of
that time I owe you?"

He didn't have to ask me twice. I crawled down between his legs and started
licking the precum off the head of his dick. I had progressed to sucking
the foreskin over the tip of my tongue so I could play with it against my
lips and teeth when he said, "How about turning around so I can play too?"
I pivoted on his dick. I wasn't about to let it out of my mouth.

When I was half way around, he took hold of my left leg and guided my
movement so I ended up on my knees straddling his chest. He had the backs
of my knees in his armpits and one hand on my cheek of my butt. It turned
out that by pushing or pulling, he could bring any part of my crotch area,
from dick to asshole, straight to his mouth. He then proceeded to work on
each of those parts very carefully with a combination of tongue and hands.

One of the things that mystified me was his always knowing exactly when to
move off of my dick to keep me from cumming. He brought me to the very edge
of an orgasm, and then when just one more solid lick or suck would send me
over, he would move his mouth to my balls or my asshole, leaving my dick to
throb untouched. I hadn't yet learned the secret that your balls contract
against the base of your dick when you are ready to shoot.

I tried to give him as good as he was giving me. There seemed to be an
infinite number of things you could to do his dick because of the
foreskin. I was learning to judge how much he liked something I was doing
by how much precum flowed out as I did it. He even liked being scraped
gently with my teeth, something which I learned by accident.

When I became afraid he was about to cum, I slid my arms behind his knees
and pulled his legs upwards, give me easy access to his asshole. I knew he
liked to be teased by being licked around it without touching it at
first. I combined that with blowing gently on the hair up and down his
crack. Finally I got my tongue very wet and let a drop of saliva fall from
the tip directly on his asshole. He jerked under me when I did it. Then I
alternated licking and blowing on his asshole, wrapping my tongue in the
hair that surrounded it.

My mouth made a trip back to his balls, licking them and sucking each one,
and then I moved back to his dick. I sucked off the accumulated precum and
teased more out by using my mouth and tongue on the upper half of it and my
hand on the lower.

I was back to his asshole when he changed the tempo of his effort on my
dick. I knew he was about to make me cum, so I buried my tongue as deeply
into his asshole as it would go and gave myself up to the feelings he was
producing on my dick. I felt his lips and tongue twirling and pumping
tightly on my dick, and I felt a wet finger sliding back and forth across
my asshole. It was more than I could stand. I came.

Just as I did, I felt him shove his finger into my asshole. It doubled the
intensity of my orgasm. If he hadn't had his other arm across my lower
back, I would have jerked my dick straight out of his mouth. Instead he
held me there until my orgasm faded into aftershocks.

I rested just a minute, then moved my attention to his dick. I played with
it with my lips and tongue for a few minutes to bring him back to his peak,
and then I put all my effort into making him cum. It didn't take long. As
he came, I had the head of his dick buried as deeply in my mouth as I could
take it without gagging. He squeezed his thighs against my head as the
first shot went into my throat. He pressed them against it with each
subsequent shot.

When he was finished, his feet slid down the bed, letting his legs
straighten.  I let his dick fall out of my mouth. It was still half
hard. Then I felt him slide his finger out of my asshole. I missed it
immediately, it felt so good inside of me.

I crawled around so I was facing him. He hugged me to him and we kissed
each other, sharing the taste of cum in both of our mouths. Then we cuddled
for a few minutes. Finally we got up and made lunch from some of the
mountain of leftovers Gramom had sent home with us on Thanksgiving.

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