Date: Tue, 31 Aug 1999 17:48:28 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad, part 9" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 9

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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Sunday morning we were back to our regular schedule with dad waking up
first and me coming to a little later. We put off eating right away in
favor of having a large breakfast about min- morning since we wouldn't get
dinner at Terry and Eileen's until late in the afternoon. We sat on the
sofa, drinking coffee and passing parts of the Sunday paper back and
forth. We put off getting cleaned up too because the ink from the newspaper
seemed to get all over us, giving us blackened fingers and leaving dark
smudges on our legs and any other part of our bodies that the paper
touched.

When we finished reading the paper, we headed for the shower. I set the
water temperature and we both got in the stall. There was no question that
we would shower together. I never even gave it a thought. Even the way we
washed each other had developed into a familiar pattern. That is, until we
got to each other's crotches. Then there was some variety, depending more
on the whim of the one doing the washing than on anything else. This time
we lathered each other to just short of orgasm and then traded off. My dad
got me close to the edge three times before I lost control and shot all
over the wall of the shower. He managed to hold out longer, to the point
where he told me he was ready and wanted to cum. He was facing me by then,
so he shot all over my belly and legs. After that we rinsed and dried.

We worked together on breakfast, cooking eggs, sausage, and potatoes,
making toast, and slicing tomatoes. My dad did the cooking, wearing the
apron that let his bare butt show. I laughed at him when he put it
on. Useful as it was in protecting one of my favorite dicks from grease
splatters and the like, it still looked odd from the back.

Once we were done with the cleanup, my dad said he thought he might have
eaten himself right into a nap. I wasn't particularly sleepy, but I was
willing to cuddle since this would be my last chance for two weeks. We got
back in bed, into our usual position, and he drifted off to sleep. I didn't
go to sleep, but I stayed still so I wouldn't disturb him. After a while,
he rolled onto his back. I could move then without waking him. I spent the
rest of his nap just looking at his soft dick laying to the right across
his belly.  When he woke up, I moved over and plastered myself to him. He
pulled me closer with his right arm and slid his right leg between mine. We
laid like that for a few minutes, but then we needed to get dressed. I also
had to pack since he would be taking me straight home rather than bringing
me back to his apartment.

We got to Terry and Eileen's right after Gramom and Granpop. One of the
Thanksgiving traditions we had was that the family met again for dinner on
the Sunday that ended the holiday weekend. Before the divorce, we had
alternated houses. One year it was at one son's house, the next it was at
the other's. It was actually our turn this year, but Eileen had said she
would have us all there. I know Gramom helped her with the cooking. The
only rule was supposed to be that you couldn't serve turkey, but in fact
the meal was always based around a ham, and the trimmings seldom varied
from year to year either.

It was a day for visiting rather and talking rather than watching tv. My
cousins were all younger than me, the twin girls by three years and Keith
by almost six, so we didn't actually have a lot in common. The twins
generally ignored me, but Keith was my buddy. I got the complete tour of
his room where he showed me every one of his prized possessions, and we
played nearly every game he owned. I didn't mind at all. I guess I really
enjoyed it. After all, he thought I was great and let me know it.

When it was time for us to leave, Eileen packed up several meals worth of
leftovers for both my dad and me to take with us. He would probably not
have to cook for two weeks between what she gave him and what was left of
the leftovers from Gramom's Thanksgiving dinner. Gramom and Eileen gave me
a huge bag of leftovers to give to my mom and told me to be sure to tell
her that they had missed her being there.

I had missed her too, not just that day but during the whole week. But I
was still sad to be leaving my dad. When he told me to perk up, I realized
I hadn't said a word to him since we had left Eileen and Terry's. Since it
seemed as if we had talked without stopping for the whole week, my silence
must have been especially noticeable.

By way of explanation I said, "I'm going to miss you."

He told me, "I'm going to miss you too. But I'll call you tomorrow night
when I get home from the gym."

I remembered then that I wouldn't be home. I told him, "Can't tomorrow. I'm
staying over at Chris's house."

"Right. The big suck off. I can't wait to hear how raw Chris's dick turns
out to be," he said.

"I bet it's pretty raw knowing him," I said.

"Well, have fun whatever you do," he told me.

"We will, you don't have to worry about that," I said..

He laughed at me and I laughed a little too. It still blew me away
occasionally to realize what I was talking about with my dad.

When I got out of the car, he asked me to call my mom to the door when I
got inside the house.  She came and I saw him wave at her. She waved
back. Then we both stood there and watched him drive away. That made me
feel good.

Mom fussed over me, telling me how much she missed me. She even hung up my
coat for me. I told her I had missed her too. I delivered the food and the
messages from Gramom and Eileen.  She said she had missed being there
too. She never said anything about what had gone on at Grandfather's, not
then and not later, but I didn't realize it until I was lying in bed trying
to go to sleep. I felt sorry for her. I decided she probably didn't have a
very good time. I also decided that next year, I was going to invite her to
go with me and my dad on Thanksgiving even if they weren't married any
longer.

The next day at school, Chris was waiting for me when I got out of the
car. "Spooky stuff is going on, man," he said by way of a greeting.

"Like what?" I asked him.

"Saturday night my dad caught me jerking off again. But this time he came
in right when I was shooting. I didn't even see him until it was all over,"
he told me. "You know how I close my eyes when I shoot," he added in
explanation.

One of the things that was very different between Chris's house and mine
was the issue of privacy. For as long as I could remember, my parents had
never come into my room or the bathroom when I was using it without asking
first. Chris's parents walked in without saying a thing. However, neither
of the boys was allowed to enter their parents' room until they had been
told they could. As a result, Chris's mom had seen my bare butt quite a few
times when I was younger. But it had been a long time since she had come
into Chris's room around the times we might be changing clothes, and she
never walked into the bathroom on him or me any more.

"Wow! What happened then?" I asked.

"I didn't know what to do. I mean I'm just laying there holding my dick
with cum on my belly and I open my eyes and I see him," he answered.

"Did he say anything?" I asked.

"He said he was sorry," he told me.

"So did he leave then or what?" I asked

"No, man, he grabbed some kleenex and started to wipe up the cum. I
couldn't believe it!" he said.

"What did you do, you just lay there or what?" I asked him.

"What would you do, I mean you're naked and your dad is like wiping your
cum off your dick. I just laid there," he said.

"Come on, man, tell me! Then what happened!" I asked him.

"He sat on the bed and told me he was sorry he walked in on me at a bad
time like that," he said.  "I told him it was ok. I was kinda embarrassed,
but I couldn't think of anything to do about it. I mean I was just laying
there naked, what could I do? Then he said he use to use a dirty sock to
jerk off in so he didn't leave any cum on the sheets but he thought kleenex
was definitely better. I just said yeah, me too. Then I felt stupid for
saying that. But I couldn't believe he was saying this stuff to me! Then he
said he just wanted to tell me goodnight. I told him goodnight too. So he
patted me on the leg and got up and left. But man, he had a hardon again!
He was wearing his bathrobe but it really showed! If he hadn't of held the
bathrobe closed, I think it would have popped out right there!"

"That is really wild, man," I said.

"It's spooky is what it is. All this time I been hiding it and being afraid
of getting caught and all and it turns out my dad thinks it's like blowing
your nose or something!" he replied.

"Man I don't know what to say," I said. "What'd you do then?"

"You won't believe this, but I got hard the minute I saw he had a hardon. I
mean I came like five minutes ago and there it is sticking up my belly
before he even gets out of the room. And it was so sore! But I had to jerk
off again, I had too! I never been so hot like I have since Friday. And you
know, what really blows me away is I can see your dad being cool about it,
but I never thought mine would," he said.

"Yeah, he is," I said before I thought.

"Whadda ya mean?" he asked me. "He caught you doing it and you didn't tell
me?"

It was time for a quick lie, because I couldn't tell him the truth, or at
least not all of the truth. "It just happened, I didn't get a chance to
tell you yet," I said.

"I gotta hear about this," he said.

Fortunately for me, I didn't have to say anything else right then. As other
kids had arrived for school, we had had to go from talking to whispering so
no one would overhear us, but by that time it was impossible to talk at all
without being overheard. We went to our desks. The class began a short time
later.

At lunchtime, we were hardly out of the classroom when Chris said to me,
"So give. When'd he catch you?"

I had thought about it all morning and I decided to tell him part of the
truth instead of lying to him outright. I really wanted to tell him the
whole story, but I knew my dad expected me to keep it secret.

So I told him, "My dad came in the bathroom when I was jerking off in the
shower. It was Friday night. I got so horny thinking about the stuff we did
in the gym that I just had to do it. It was just like what happened to you,
I didn't even know he was there until I got done shooting. I opened my eyes
and there he was on the other side of the shower doors."

"What'd he say?" Chris asked.

"He just told me to be sure I washed all the cum down the drain because it
was harder to get it off after it dried," I told him. It was a lie, but it
was as close as I could come to the truth without telling him more than I
wanted to.

"Way cool," he said. "I knew he'd be that way about it." Chris was still my
dad's biggest fan.

We had to change the subject while we went through the cafeteria line. We
didn't pick it up again until after we ate. There just wasn't enough
privacy. But after lunch, we got off by ourselves and Chris asked me, "Did
he get hard watching you?"

"I don't know," I said, "I couldn't see that well because the doors were
wet. Also I really didn't look. I mean, like, I wasn't expecting him to be
there." Another lie.

"Man I would love to see him with a hardon," he said as he closed his
eyes. "I can just picture it."

"I did," I said. "I got a look at it Sunday morning." The truth this time,
but not true the way he took it.

"You lucky bastard!" he said. "Was it awesome?"

"Awesome," I answered. The real truth this time.

"Now I gotta jerk off before class," he said.

"I thought you said it was so sore?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I did, but I gotta do it now or I'll be hard all through old lady
Moseley's class," he told me.

I played lookout in the bathroom for him while he jerked off in the
stall. His dick was very red, almost angry looking.

On the way to the classroom, I asked him, "How many times d'you do it this
weekend?"

He said, "Twenty-two times. The first time was when I got home from the
gym. The last time was right after my dad came in to say goodnight last
night."

"Wow, no wonder your dick looks like that," I said. "Your dad came in again
last night?"

"Yeah, I figured he might so I didn't jerk off until later," he told me.

"I would have let him catch me again," I said.

"I kinda was going to, but then I chickened out. But I had a hardon. I
think he could tell I did,"

"Did he get hard?" I asked.

"No," he said. "I wish I had of now."

Old lady Moseley glared at us as we entered her classroom. She only had a
few expressions, none of them pleasant. Glaring was the best of them. It
meant she hadn't found you guilty of any crime yet so she wasn't trying to
think of an appropriate punishment. When she had declared you guilty of
some infraction and was about to wield the axe of justice, she wore a truly
grim smile. We knew that the glare would give way to storm clouds at some
point in the class. It was inevitable.

After school, I had to go home and then walk to Chris's because both of our
car pools were full.  My mom was home and wanted to visit for a while since
we had only seen each other for a short time the night before, so Chris
ended up calling me to find out where I was. It was practically dinner time
when I got to his house. That wasn't a problem since his mom knew I was
coming.  We ate at each other's houses so frequently that our mothers had
long since established the rule that we could eat at either house, but both
mothers had to know it far enough in advance to cook enough for us in the
one place and not have to waste a dinner in the other.

I was surprised that Chris's dad wasn't at the dinner table, but his mom
reminded me that he was working out at the gym with my dad. In the back of
my mind I thought, "And probably sucking his dick too." I didn't share that
thought with them.

Chris and I worked on our homework together after dinner. We always did it
at the kitchen table at his house, usually under the half-watchful eye of
his mom, so we had to be serious about it even if our minds were on other
things. When we were finished, we had to explain what the assignments were
and show her the finished product that corresponded with each of them. The
less she knew about a particular subject, the more questions she asked. She
wasn't stupid in the least. She simply took her role seriously. She was
perfectly willing to look both of us in the eye and tell us we were trying
to bullshit her if she thought we were. By the time you were sure you could
explain an assignment to her, you really understood it. On the other hand,
if she believed we truly couldn't understand something, she would help us
if she could or make sure we asked the teacher the next day. You had to ask
too, because she followed up on it the next night.  She was probably at
least as responsible as the teachers for half of what I learned.

Finally we were allowed to watch tv. Neither of us really cared about
it. We wanted to run to the relative privacy of Chris's room and either
talk about sex or suck dick. But we didn't dare until his mother declared
that her quiet hour was about to begin. She had her quiet hour just before
bedtime every day. She would run a deep bath, sprinkle in some aromatic
salt, pour herself a glass of sweet wine, and lounge in the tub for about
an hour. Woe unto anyone who disturbed the peace of the house during that
hour. From time to time as she went up the stairs to enjoy her quiet hour,
she would declare that a painful and lingering death awaited anyone who
interrupted her bath for a cause less significant than the house burning
down around her. She didn't emerge from her bedroom until breakfast.

Chris's older brother Stu always disappeared into his room as soon as he
got away from the homework table, not to be seen again until
breakfast. Chris's dad usually showered in the hall bathroom after his wife
ran her tub and then he went to bed, leaving the hall bathroom free for
whoever wanted it. Chris and I would shower quickly after he did. We never
showered together because of the possibility that his brother or his dad
might come in. Then we could usually count on uninterrupted privacy in his
room. We were both in his bed in clean boxers before the quiet hour was
even half over.

I asked Chris what he had written in the book about his dad catching him
and whether he had recorded the twenty-two times he had jerked off between
Friday evening and Sunday night.

"No way I could list all that, man. I was too busy doing it to write it
down too," he told me. "And I didn't know what to put in about my dad
anyhow," he added.

This was a major lapse for Chris. After all, the books were his idea and he
filled his out scrupulously as an example to me. He thought I was in
serious danger of omitting events which ought to be recorded and carefully
scrutinized. Little did he know.

Then he asked, "What did you put in yours?"

"Nothing," I said. "I haven't been home long enough to write anything in
mine. I mean, do you see me doing it at school and having old lady Moseley
find it. She'd have a heart attack or something and fall over dead."

"You'd be the school hero if she did," he said.

"Yeah, but then when they found the book, they'd hang me in chains on the
stadium scoreboard," I replied.

Just then the door opened. We both jumped as if we had been caught at
something even though we were still only talking. I was starting to get
hard but I didn't know what the state of Chris's poor raw dick was. Since
we were under the covers, no one could have seen them anyhow.

Of course it was Chris's dad. He came in and told us he just wanted to say
goodnight. He had never done that before when I was staying over. He also
told me that my dad had said to say hello to me and winked. Immediately, I
thought of him and my dad sucking each other off. I wondered if the wink
meant that he knew I knew, but I decided that he couldn't have. He only
stayed as long as that took and then he was gone, closing the door behind
him.

"See, it's spooky," Chris said.

"Yeah," I said. "He never did that before," meaning both the coming in and
the wink. "Will he come back?"

"How do I know?" Chris said. "I never expected him to come in in the first
place."

Chris turned out the light and we laid there for a little while, afraid to
do anything in case his dad did return. Then Chris said, "He probably won't
come back."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Not sure about anything after this weekend. But I'll take a chance," he
answered.

With that he grabbed my dick and said, "Can we try sucking again? I don't
think I can stand it for you to jerk me off and I gotta cum!"

"Sure can," I said. I figured it was his house and his dad, so if he was
willing to take a chance, then I was too. Of course, I was also fairly sure
that his dad knew what we would be doing, so if he did come back, he would
be doing it on purpose to catch us. In that case he would be cool about
it. That was also the first time that I wondered what it would be like to
do it with Chris's dad.

"I'll suck you first and then you can do me after," Chris said.

"Let's do it at the same time," I said

I burrowed under the covers and then threw them to the bottom of the bed. I
pulled Chris's boxers down and immediately started licking his dick. While
he was kicking off his shorts, he said, "Be real gentle, man. It's so
sore!"

Instead of answering, I licked it from balls to tip. Chris moaned and
jerked my boxers to my feet.  He pulled them off of my feet while he
started to lick my dick. About two minutes later, he started sucking me. I
was so used to having a long time to play with my dad before we got down to
serious business that I was a little disappointed, but I gave in and did
the same to him. His dick felt very hot in my mouth, probably because of
the skin that he had chafed raw jerking off those twenty-two times. He shot
before I did. I swallowed his cum and then I shot. He swallowed mine too.

When we were laying side by side again with our boxers back on, he said,
"Man that was great! I like that so much better than jerking!"

"Me too," I said, thinking how much more fun it could be than it was that time.
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