Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 08:35:09 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 1-3 "  (incest) (adult-youth)

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family

by Tim Foure
copyright  2000 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.

___________


This story is a sequel, and I've tried to include enough of what happened
in "Me and Dad" for this story to make sense. But many of these characters
already have a past, so nothing except reading the first story will make
all of the references in this story clear.  "Me and Dad" is archived at
www.nifty.org/nifty in the gay male/incest section.

Chapter 1 Mike

When I woke up, I knew it was late. It didn't matter much since Dad and I
didn't have anything to do before we went to his brother Terry's late in
the afternoon. Terry and Elaine always had both sides of their family for
dinner on New Years Day. It would be quite a crowd, at least nineteen
people. It used to be twenty before Mom and Dad got divorced.

I lay there waking up slowly, the way I always wake up no matter what day
it is. As my brain slowly regained contact with the rest of me and reports
started coming in from the lower half of my body again, I began to notice a
dull throbbing in my asshole. I was puzzled for a minute until I remembered
the night before. My dad had fucked me for the first time. It was great!
We'd been playing around and sucking each other off for a couple
months. We'd even rimmed each other a few times, but that was the first
time I'd ever thought about him fucking me. Once he was sure I really
wanted him to do it, he went at it slowly and got me as ready as he could
before he even tried putting his dick in me. It felt huge the first time it
went in, but it felt so good sliding in and out! I never came harder in my
life.

I moved my hand down my belly past my piss hardon and over my tight balls
until my fingertip came into contact with my asshole. I was careful
touching it because of the way it throbbed. The first thing I noticed was
how hot it felt. Then as I traced my finger around it, I also found out it
was puffy and swollen. As I remembered how good it felt to be fucked, I
smiled even though my asshole hurt. I also remembered I still had my dad's
cum in me. I pushed my finger against the even sorer center until I forced
it inside. First I felt lube and then what had to be his cum. I pulled my
finger out and held it up in front of my eyes.

That's when Dad came in. He was naked too, just like me. We went naked
whenever we were alone in his apartment. When he saw I was awake, he sat
down on the bed next to me. I wiped my finger on the sheet.

"Finally waking up, sleepyhead?"

"Yeah, I'm getting there. My asshole hurts."

"Sorry about that. I tried to loosen you up as much as I could. Seems like
the first time always hurts no matter what. Lemme have a look."

I rolled onto my belly and pulled my knees up, forcing my butt up into the
air while my shoulders were still pressed against the bed. I grabbed my
cheeks with both hands and spread my ass wide.  Right away I felt my dad's
finger tracing the outer edge of my asshole.

"Looks like a medium size pink doughnut," he told me. "Chafed some for
sure.  How bad does it hurt?"

"Not real bad. It's just sore feeling and it's throbbing some."

"You know what'll probably help? Not with the swelling, but with the
soreness? Chapstick."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. Works on raw skin no matter where it is. I've used it on a lot of
places besides my mouth.  Want to give it a try?"

"Sure. If it'll help."

I stayed as I was while he got the chapstick from the bathroom. I felt him
rub it around and around on my asshole. I had to admit it felt better
immediately. Last of all he shoved it into me and twisted it to coat the
inside a little. It made me think it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to
shove his dick in there when he pulled the chapstick out. So I asked him to
do it.

"I think we better wait a few days before we try that trick again. Lots of
other things we can do for fun in the meantime. Probably a good idea to buy
another chapstick too.  We'll put this one aside for special uses only."

We both laughed over that. Since he was done with my asshole for the time
being, I rolled over onto my back and reached between his legs to take hold
of his soft dick.

"Want to get cleaned up first or eat first?" he asked.

Getting cleaned up meant showering together, which always led to sex except
on the mornings when Dad had to get ready for work and I had to go to
school. I wasn't as hungry as I was horny.

"Cleaned up," I told him with a big smile.

"Why doesn't that surprise me," he said with a laugh as he stood up and
reached for my hand to pull me out of bed.

He continued to hold my hand as we made the short trip to the bathroom. His
dick was still soft with the head snugly surrounded by his foreskin. Mine
was pointing straight up my belly with the head deep red from the hardness
of my erection. When I got to the toilet, I tried to force it down so I
could pee in the bowl while he set the water temperature for the shower.

He noticed I wasn't having much luck. "Looks like one of those mornings
when it'll be easier to do it in the shower."

He had shown me one morning when we were both suffering from especially
hard piss hardons that you could use the shower to pee without feeling like
you were breaking your dick off at the root. I was surprised it had never
occurred to me before that. "Yeah, good idea," I told him.

"So get in there and do it."

When I had finished, he got in the shower with me. I pushed him under the
spray to wet him down. I reset the shower to a trickle so it would maintain
the right temperature. I began soaping his back and arms, working downwards
onto his butt. I slid my soapy fingers up and down his crack, paying
special attention to his asshole while I continued to rub one of his butt
cheeks slowly with my other hand. After a minute or two he moved his feet
apart so I could move my hand along his perineum to his balls. I washed the
whole area thoroughly before I reached through and took hold of his
dick. It was as hard as my own now. I stroked it slowly for a short while
before pulling my hand back and continuing to wash down his legs to his
feet.

I washed the front of his body from the back too, reaching around him with
both arms to do it and pressing the front of my own body and especially my
dick against his soapy back. My dick rode in the valley formed by his legs,
the head just barely touching his asshole. I could make it press against
his hole if I stood on tiptoes, which I did a few times. I could feel his
asshole contract against it when I did, almost as if it was grabbing at it.

While I was washing his chest, I paid special attention to his
nipples. They were very sensitive and responded quickly to gentle
lathering. From there I washed downwards until I came to his dick and
balls. I stroked his dick and rubbed his balls, rolling them in my soapy
fingers until he told me I'd better move on. I did it right away, working
my way down his legs. I didn't want him shooting against the wall of the
shower when there were so many better places for him to shoot.

I stood up when I was finished and he turned to face me. Last of all I
washed under his foreskin. I liked to do that from the front where I could
see as well as feel his dick.  It seemed like I could never get enough of
looking at it or touching it. When I was very young and still showered with
him before my mom's father put a stop to it, I was always fascinated by the
skin covering the head of my dad's dick. I was interested in the rest of
the dick too, but the foreskin really caught my eye. I didn't have that
piece of skin because Grandfather had demanded they circumcise me when I
was born. I used to watch Dad wash the end of his dick. He was always
careful to clean under the skin and dry it when we got out of the shower.

After I was forced to start showering by myself, I began playing with my
own dick as if it was uncut. I was really pretending Dad was still there
with me. A long time later while I was doing that, I had my first
orgasm. It was an awesome experience. It was so amazing I lost my balance
and fell in the shower. The noise I made brought Dad running to see what
had happened. Mom stood in the hall asking, "Is he alright?" When Dad saw
me lying in the shower with a handful of lather and a lather-covered
crotch, he knew right away what had happened. He told Mom I had just
slipped, but he told me to be more careful when I was doing that from now
on. In a way I suppose you could say my dad taught me how to jerk off by
the way he washed his dick while I was showering with him. It just took me
a long time to get the full benefit from that lesson.

But now I didn't have to pretend any longer because I had Dad's dick right
there in my hand. I washed it carefully, making sure I rinsed off all the
soap although it would get soapy again when he washed me. I just had a hard
time letting go of it once I had it in my hands. Finally I had to stop when
my dad warned me he was getting close to cumming.

I turned away from him and he began soaping my back and shoulders. When he
got to my butt, he was careful about touching my asshole, but in fact it
didn't hurt nearly as bad as it had when I woke up. The chapstick must have
been doing its job. I spread my legs so he could reach through, and he
rubbed my dick and balls until I told him to stop.

He washed my front side from behind me too, wrapping his arms around
me. His dick pressed against the small of my back, moving up and down over
a small area as he washed me. I leaned back against him to increase the
pressure. He rubbed and caressed my nipples until I thought I would go
crazy. Then he massaged my balls while he stroked my dick until I had to
tell him to stop that too.

When he was finished, we turned up the water pressure and rinsed off. I
reached for his dick, pulling back the foreskin to make sure all the soap
was gone. Then I dropped to my knees, telling him I was going to give it
the taste test to make sure I had gotten all the soap. He just laughed. As
I knelt there with the water running down both of our bodies, I took the
head into my mouth and circled it with my tongue. I couldn't taste anything
except clean dick. I continued down the shaft a short way, getting my
tongue in the valley between the bottom of the head and the ridge of his
gathered up foreskin. Still no soap. Finally I sucked his foreskin over the
head of his dick and drove my tongue inside. His dick pulsed and forced out
a drop of precum.

The taste of his precum was all it took. I couldn't give it up after
that. I continued to suck, forcing the head of his dick into my throat
several times and massaging it there with my throat muscles for as long as
I could hold my breath. I felt my dad's hands gently touching the sides of
my head.  When I couldn't wait any longer, I began to move my mouth up and
down the length of his dick while grabbing it firmly with my lips and
rubbing the back side with my tongue. I heard him draw in a quick breath
just before the first shot went straight down my throat. I pulled back
enough that the others landed on my tongue.

After he was finished and I was just sucking the foreskin back over the
head, he pulled on me to stand up. As I did, he went down on his knees and
began to suck my dick. It took me less than a minute to cum even though he
was trying to make it last. We stood holding each other for a few minutes
as the water beat down on us and enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms
before we dried ourselves and finally had a breakfast which was more nearly
a lunch.

I used that chapstick quite a few times over the next two days while Dad
and I stuck to sucking each other off. But I was looking forward to getting
fucked again as soon as Dad decided my asshole had recovered enough. By
Monday it seemed to be itching for it.


Chapter 2 Dave

I took Mike to the gym on the Monday night he was staying with me after New
Years. It's really a fitness center called "The Clubhouse", but everyone
calls it "the gym".  Larry was away that Monday on vacation with his
in-laws. I suppose it was just as well he was or we would have been a
foursome again with him and his son Chris. We had done that for the first
time the previous Thursday, coming back to my apartment afterwards for
sex. I was glad not to be repeating it so soon. I would have liked to be
able to avoid it altogether in the future, but there was very little
likelihood that would turn out to be the way it went.

I wished I didn't feel that way because Mike had finally convinced me his
best friend Chris was seriously attracted to me. It was unfortunate that
was the case because although I liked Chris well enough, I'm generally
attracted to people around my own age as sex partners.  Mike, of course,
was the exception, and even then it was only because it was his idea.
Approaching him would never have crossed my mind.

So after Mike and I became completely open with each other about sex, he
had told me over and over how much Chris wanted to suck my dick. It had
finally happened the Monday after Christmas, but Mike hadn't been there to
see it since he was with his mother at his grandparents' house. It went
well enough, although the entire time we were at the gym Chris had been
afflicted with a painfully hard dick that wouldn't soften. It couldn't have
been pleasant for him. I also thought he would pass out several times while
the three of us were having sex. He kept hyperventilating from excitement,
but he did finally get his wish.

The Monday after New Years had been a day off from work for a lot of people
because the holiday had fallen on a Saturday, so there were just a few
people at the gym. The real bodybuilders preferred to come first thing in
the morning whenever they could, and the men who were being forced to work
out to reduce their weight avoided coming whenever they could find an
excuse. That left the guys like me who were trying to stay in shape. Mike
and I decided to go in the afternoon. As we checked in, Bob, one of the
trainers, told us we'd have the place pretty much to ourselves. "Only nine
guys are signed in, including you two," he told us.

The first time I came to the gym to look it over when I was trying to
decide which fitness center I would join, I got the impression Bob was
flirting with me. When he was taking me around to show me the facilities,
it seemed as if he touched my shoulder, my back, or my arm whenever he
needed me to move in a particular direction. On the next visit I had him
set me up with a training program. Again he touched me more than I thought
was strictly necessary to show me what to do.  He seemed to put his hands
on the particular muscle or pair of muscles each exercise targeted,
sometimes sliding his hand along the length of the muscle to show me where
it began and ended.  He was never obvious about it, but by the time I had
finished my workout, he had touched most of my body. I was glad I had worn
a new supporter or my dick's response to his touch would have been very
obvious.

After that I decided to pay attention to the way he treated other members
to see if he treated me differently. I found him attractive, but I knew I
could easily be mistaking his touching me for something it wasn't. It was
several weeks before I could put my plan into action because he had moved
to the early shift by the time of my next visit to the gym. I saw him again
two weeks later.  I noticed he always winked at me, but I never saw him
wink at anyone else. I also noticed he was always the one to sign me in
even if there were other trainers at the counter.

I saw him off and on over the next several months, depending on the shift
he worked. He continued to wink, and I tried to give him a particularly
warm smile in return. But there was nothing else. I had just about decided
I had been mistaken.

Then one night as I was signing in, he said, "You've been coming here for
quite a while now.  Has anyone worked with you to reevaluate your routine?"

"No, not since you set it up for me."

"It's time then. If you like, I'll meet you at the machines in ten
minutes."  He winked as he turned away.

Ten minutes later I met him at the first machine in my routine. By the time
I had gone through the whole routine and tried out his suggestions for
changes I ought to make, he had done a fairly thorough inventory of my
muscles with his hands. My supporter wasn't as tight as it had been when it
was new, so he probably saw I had one more muscle I would have been glad
for him to evaluate. I decided to go for it.

"I'm ready for some time in the steam room and a soak in the hot tub. How
about you?"

"Love to, but I have to get back to the desk. Maybe another time."

I took it as a brush-off even though he winked as he left.

As I was passing the desk on my way out, he called to me. When I walked
over to the desk, he said, "How was the hot tub?"

"Great. Really helped with the sore spots I got from the new workout."

"Hey, no pain, no gain," he said with a laugh. "Too bad I couldn't take you
up on the steam and soak. We're not supposed to do that while we're working
unless there're practically no members here."

I couldn't decide if he was telling me the truth or just being polite to a
paying client. I decided to be non-committal. "You don't know what you
missed. Maybe next time."

"Yeah, maybe." And the wink.

But the next time Bob was working was the night I brought Larry, Chris's
father, along as a guest. It was his first time there. He was actually
looking for an excuse that would get him out of the house so we could get
together for sex, but he wasn't opposed to exercising some of his other
muscles to get himself into shape as well. Bob checked us in, giving me the
wink but not Larry.  Of course with Larry there and my anticipating sex
with him after we left the gym, I didn't think much about Bob. On our next
visit, Larry joined and Bob worked with him to set up a routine. I paid
attention to how much he touched Larry as he was doing it. It was
considerably less than he had touched me either time. I decided Bob had
probably not been trying to brush me off when he declined my invitation to
the steam room.

But knowing that wasn't going to make any difference, though, since Larry
would be with me every Monday and Thursday from then on. First we'd
exercise and then we'd go back to my apartment and suck each other's
dick. That didn't leave any room for Bob on those nights. And I wasn't sure
enough he was actually interested in me that I was willing to spend a
Tuesday, my only free weekday night, at the gym on the chance something
would happen between us.

That was how it stood on the Monday afternoon I took Mike to the gym with
me. I wouldn't be coming back on Thursday because Mike was staying over and
had school the next day, so I didn't know how long it would be before Bob
would be working again when I came in.  When he winked at me, I decided to
make sure things stayed at a slow simmer between us just in case there was
a chance we could turn the heat up later on.

"Since there's practically no one here, how about joining us for a steam
and a soak when we're done working out?"

"Sounds great! I'll come look for you when you get to your last machine."

And that told me it hadn't been a brush-off after all.

Mike and I got undressed in the locker room, putting all of our clothes in
my locker. I put on my workout clothes since I was going to do my regular
routine, but Mike stayed naked and went to rinse off in the showers before
heading for the swimming pool. Usually it was full of men swimming laps,
but when we walked by there had been only one guy using it.  Mike could
swim and play around without feeling he was depriving someone else of a
chance to do serious exercise.

I was just finishing my last exercise when I noticed Bob standing nearby. I
knew he hadn't been there a few minutes earlier, and you can't see into the
workout area from the entrance, so he had to know how long it took me to go
through my routine. It was a good sign.

"Here's your towel," he said, holding it out to me. "Looks like you need
it."

"Thanks," I told him. My shirt and a breech-cloth shaped area of my shorts
were soaked through and there was sweat running down my face. I kept
meaning to buy a sweat band but hadn't gotten around to it.

"You've been working hard, but you're really getting results." He felt my
shoulders and the top half of my arms through my sweaty T-shirt. "It looks
like you could get into serious body building if you wanted to. You'd get
good results."

I was surprised he kept his hand on me for so long since I was so sweaty.
"Sorry I'm so wet," I told him.

"No problem. This is the wrong place to work if you're gonna let a little
sweat bother you."

"Well, I'm not really interested in body building. Just in being firm and
in shape. Kinda like you, I guess." I decided to go for it and squeeze his
shoulder and upper arm.

"You're right. I feel that way too," he told me, making no effort to move
away from my touch.

I started to pull my T over my head and found Bob was helping me move the
clingy wet material up my chest. "Sure you won't get in trouble for taking
a soak with us?" I asked once my head was free.

"Definitely not. There are only five members still here, counting you and
your son. And there're still two trainers on the desk. Besides, I get off
in about an hour anyhow.  Gonna be a really slow night here. I guess New
Years resolutions to get in shape don't click in this soon."

"True!" I said with a laugh. "Let's go find Mike."

He pressed his hand on my bare back to indicate I should go ahead of him.

We found Mike paddling around the deserted swimming pool. I called him,
telling him Bob and I were going to sit in the steam room for a while. He
swam to the edge and climbed out immediately. I offered him my towel, but
he turned it down, telling me it was wetter than he was.  In the meantime
Bob had gotten Mike's towel from a wall hook and handed it to him. He dried
his face and then looked at us expectantly.

"What about drying the rest of you?" I asked. I noticed he just stood there
naked holding his towel but not making any effort to cover himself.

"Why? We're gonna take a shower first, right? I gotta get the chlorine offa
me. What's the point of drying anything else? I'm just gonna get wet again
in a minute."

"True," I told him.

"Good idea to get the chlorine off as soon as you can," Bob told him.

The three of us walked into the locker room, passing two guys in street
clothes who were leaving.  Both of them gave Mike a quick look from head to
foot as they went by.

"Now there's just one more member here besides the two of you," Bob told
me.

"Kinda like having your own private facilities," I said.

I took off my shoes and stripped off the rest of my wet clothes. I put the
shoes in my locker but left the clothes lying on the floor as I usually
did. It was hard to believe anyone would steal sweaty workout clothes, and
I didn't want to stuff them into my locker with our clean street
clothes. Bob had commandeered a locker close by and was stripping off his
clothes too. I noticed Mike was sitting straddling the bench watching him
undress. His back was toward us, and as he pulled down his shorts, his butt
was framed by the waistband and straps of his supporter. He had a line of
hair that appeared from between his legs and continued up his crack to the
small of his back. His legs were hairy too, but the cheeks of his butt and
his back were completely smooth.  When he pulled the supporter down, we got
a back view of his balls between his legs and perhaps a look at his asshole
too in the darker area where his crack widened out slightly. His butt was
now framed with lines where the supporter straps had pressed into his skin.
I was waiting for him to turn around. I was sure Mike was too.

Bob clicked the combination lock onto the locker and turned to face us.
"Ready to hit the showers?" he asked.

"Yes," we answered, almost in unison.

I noticed he gave me a quick appraisal as I was looking him over. Above his
hairy legs was a lush brown pubic bush out of which stuck an average
looking circumcised dick head. Little more than the head showed, probably
the result of its being constricted by the supporter all day. I lay my dick
sideways when I wear a supporter to keep it from being pressed into my
body, but either he didn't mind it being pushed into his body or his dick
just wasn't long enough to do anything else with it. His balls with their
own lush coat of hair hung down loosely beneath his dick. A narrow treasure
trail connected the bush to his navel but stopped there. His belly looked
smooth, but there was a spray of dark hair covering his chest up to his
collarbones. His arms were hairy too, to about half way between his elbow
and his shoulders, where they became smooth like his shoulders.

The three of us showered under heads side by side. I was still sweating, so
I had my shower set to a colder temperature than they did. Both of them
complained in a joking way when I accidentally sprayed them with cold water
as I washed. When we were finished, I grabbed a fresh towel and began to
dry myself completely. After a minute or so I realized Bob and Mike had
dried their faces and were now watching me.

"Slow learner, huh?" I asked as I realized what I was doing.

"Looks like it to me," Mike said, looking at Bob for confirmation.

Bob just smiled, probably thinking better of making fun of a client.

>From there we went into the steam room, all of us carrying our towels and
making no effort to cover up. Once inside, Bob led us to the back
corner. He spread his towel on the wooden bench near the corner and sat on
it with his legs spread open and his arms draped on the bench above him. I
did the same on the side bench not far from the corner. I expected Mike to
sit next to me on the side opposite the corner, but instead he got up on
the bench above us, walked behind me, and sat down on the corner with his
feet barely touching the bench we were sitting on. He had so my hand was
touching his hip. I wondered if Bob's was touching his hip on the other
side.

Bob meanwhile had his head tilted backward and his eyes closed. I watched
his dick lengthen from the heat. The whiteness of the towel beneath him
made it easier to see in the steamy air. I decided he probably did have
enough that it didn't have to be mashed into his pubic hair by his
supporter, so it must have been something he did by choice. It would
certainly keep any stray hardons from showing while he worked, but it would
have to be painful as well. My own dick was also lengthening slightly from
the heat. Mike was no doubt watching both of our dicks from his vantage
point above us. We sat quietly for a while as I felt my muscles loosen up.

I don't know how long we had been sitting and I may even have gone to sleep
when suddenly I felt Mike move down to the seat between me and Bob. His leg
was touching mine from the knee to the foot. He pressed it against mine so
I would move it and give him more room. I saw he was doing the same thing
to Bob on the other side. Bob dropped his hand onto Mike's shoulder and
asked, "What's up?"

"I been cooking in here and now I think I'm done."

"Dunno, you look like you could go a little bit longer. Whadda ya think,
Dave?" He poked Mike in the arm as if he was testing him for tenderness.

I poked him too, but on the thigh. "I think he's done."

"What about you two?" Mike asked as he poked both of us on the
thigh. "Feels done to me," he added as he squeezed our thighs. His hands
were scant inches from our crotches.

I decided it was probably time to move on to something else before the
little joke developed into a threesome. "I think I've had enough. Time for
me to move to the hot tub."  I stood up to emphasize that I meant right
away.

Bob and Mike stood up as well.

"But before we do that, we ought to cool off some in the swimming pool,"
Bob told us.

"The pool's not cool," Mike said. "I was just in it."

"It's not cool if you go straight to it when you come in from the street,
but it's a lot cooler than it is in here. Believe me, it'll feel plenty
cool when you get in it."

Bob took our towels as we left the steam room and went to get us dry ones.
Meanwhile Mike and I walked over to the pool. We both eyed it suspiciously,
as if we doubted it was actually as cool as Bob had said.

"Well, here goes nothing," I said as I dove in.

I was instantly chilled. I broke the surface and told Mike, "Believe me,
it's cold!"

Mike jumped in and had the same reaction. "Brrr!" he said when his head
cleared the water.

"Like I said, there's a big contrast between the temperature of this water
and the temperature in the steam room," Bob told us just before jumping in
himself.

We swam around for a short while, but since we had the pool to ourselves,
we began to horse around, splashing and ducking each other. By the time we
decided we had had enough and were ready for the hot tub, we were
practically wrestling in the water. There was a lot of body contact with
arms and legs wrapped around each other in the struggle. Fortunately,
though, none of us had gotten hard. It may have been the relative coolness
of the water which had kept that from happening, but it didn't seem cool by
the time we climbed out of the pool and none of us had shriveled dicks
then.

The hot tub provided just as great a contrast to the coolness of the pool.
Bob aimed all the jets toward one end and we settled there in a group. The
water felt very hot when we eased ourselves into it, but after a minute or
two it began to seem comfortable.

Always before when I had gotten in the hot tub with other people, everyone
chose places as far from each other as they could. The three of us sat on a
seat that followed the curve of the end of the tub. This put us right next
to each other. I know I felt Mike's leg brushing against mine and his hand
moved back and forth over my crotch quite a few times, though he didn't
actually touch me. I was convinced Bob's foot brushed mine at least once. A
comfortable feeling of closeness seemed to have developed among the three
of us. It seemed to me it had a slight sexual charge to it.

After a few minutes Mike said, "I can't hold it any more. I got to go to
the bathroom!" He waded across the tub, got out using the steps on the end
opposite to where we were sitting, and headed for the bathroom, dripping
all the way.

Before Mike was even out of the pool, Bob slid part way across the space
between us. His foot touched mine briefly and was gone. I waited a few
seconds and moved closer to him too. Neither of us said anything, but I
felt his leg move next to mine. At first it touched mine lightly for just a
second before it moved away, but after a few more seconds it was back and
this time it didn't move away. I pressed mine back against his. He sighed
but didn't say anything.

'Why not?' I thought. I moved my hand which had been lying flat on my thigh
over onto his, waited a few seconds, and then rubbed it up and down from
his knee to his hip. He sighed again but stayed still. Not feeling
comfortable with doing more, I moved my hand back to my own leg.

As soon as I did, Bob unfolded his arms from behind his head and brought
them down into the water. Then I felt his hand touch my thigh. It flattened
out and began to move up and down, first on top of my thigh and then on the
inside, coming almost as far up as my balls.

I had moved my own hand up onto my belly when he touched me. I reached over
his arm and grasped his thigh, pulling it tighter against mine. I slid my
hand up and down the inside, coming all the way up to his balls. I felt his
hand begin to move on me doing the same thing.

I decided it was up to me to make the next move even though there was no
doubt now we were both interested in each other. I cupped his balls and
moved my hand over them to find his hard dick pointing upwards. I squeezed
it lightly. He responded by doing the same to me. My own dick was also hard
by this time.

After a few seconds of that, he said, "Your son'll be back in a minute and
we'll need to get out of the water soon. Better give this a chance to calm
down." He gave my dick a final squeeze before releasing it so I would know
what he was talking about.

"Yeah, afraid so," I told him, giving his another squeeze before I pulled
my hand away. After a moment's thought, I moved away from him slightly. He
moved too, but we didn't leave enough room for Mike to sit between us when
he returned.

"Mike's staying with me for the rest of the week." I told him. It was a way
of saying I didn't think we would get an opportunity to do more than we had
anytime soon.

"You divorced?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Sure am. Two kids, boy and a girl, seven and nine." After a pause he
added, "I sneaked a look at your membership application. Either Mike's
adopted or you got an early start."

"Early start. We were just seventeen when he was born. We fell for the old
line that a girl couldn't get pregnant the first time she did it."

"Whoa! Talk about learning the hard way."

"But it turned out great. Looking back I wouldn't undo it if I could."

"So, when's Mike go back to his mother?"

"Sunday night."

"And you'll be here Monday night with your friend."

"That's right."

"Tell me if I'm off base here, but you and him got a thing going?"

"No. We've been friends since we were kids." After a moment's thought, I
added, "It's just casual. But Monday night's all booked up."

"Hard to believe we're already talking about next week. What I'm trying to
say here is I'd like to see you sometime away from here. And I don't mean
just for sex. But I do mean for sex. Don't get me wrong about that. If
you're not interested, just lay it out and I'll forget it. You don't have
to keep telling me you're busy."

I saw Mike coming back from the toilets. "You've got it wrong. It just
works out that way right now. I'm not busy Tuesday night next week. But I'd
like to be."

"So would I," he said as Mike came down the steps into the pool. "Consider
it a date."

Mike climbed down the steps into the pool saying, "Hot! Hot!" as the water
crept up his legs.  When he reached the bottom, he started across the pool
towards us. I wondered if he was going to squeeze in between us. There
wasn't enough room for him now, but I knew that wouldn't stop him,
especially if he meant to make it into an opportunity to grab a feel of
Bob's dick.

I stood up and said, "Guess we've been in here longer than we're supposed
to." There was a sign on the wall next to the hot tub warning anyone who
used it that it was dangerous to stay in the water longer than fifteen
minutes.

Bob stood up too. "You're right. It's been quite a while."

"Gee, thanks," Mike said. "You coulda just told me before I got back in the
water."

"You were gonna get wet anyhow. You got to take a shower yet."

"Ok, you got me there."

"And I'm getting hungry. What time does your shift end, Bob? Want to go get
some dinner with us?"

"It'll be over by the time we get our clothes on.  Food sounds great!"

As we walked into the shower room, I noticed people were beginning to
arrive in the locker room. I noticed one guy I saw every Monday. I decided
these were the guys who hadn't had the day off.


Chapter 3 Mike

I was kind of surprised Bob was with my dad when he came to get me from the
swimming pool.  First I thought we had to leave because they were closing
up. There was next to nobody in the gym that afternoon. But then when Dad
said we were going to go to the steam room, I got the idea that something
else was going on. I thought it was great because Bob was a good looking
guy. He had real short dark brown hair that looked like it would be curly
if he let it get much longer and shiny brown eyes.

We had to take a shower first because Dad was real sweaty and I had to get
the chlorine off of me. They keep a lot of chlorine in the pool there. I
was already naked because that's how you swim there, so when we got to the
locker room, I just lay on the bench and watched the two of them get
undressed. I was interested in seeing Bob naked because he looked like he
had a great body but you couldn't really see anything in his shorts between
his legs. It turned out his dick looked all shrunken just like mine had the
first time I went there with my dad. I couldn't see anything besides the
end of the head sticking out of his pubic hair. The same thing had happened
to Chris his first time too. I thought it was funny he would react that way
since he was around naked men a lot.

After we got done showering, we went into the steam room. I was only ever
in there twice before.  The first time Chris had gotten sucked off by a guy
while I was out going to the bathroom, and the other time we had watched
two guys suck and fuck each other. So I kind of had it in my head it was a
place where stuff usually happened even though Dad had told me it didn't
happen all that often. Then Bob and Dad sat by the corner. I figured I
ought to sit by Dad, but I really wanted to sit by Bob where I could get a
better look at his dick. I thought about getting in between them but there
wasn't really enough room. I got up on the top bench instead and sat
between them up there. It was perfect because I could look down at both
their dicks. My dad's got as long as it ever does before it starts to get
hard. Bob's crawled out of his pubic hair and made it most of the way down
to the bench before it quit growing. I got hard watching them, but when
nothing else happened after a while, my hardon went away.

We stayed there in the steam for what felt like forever. After I could tell
Bob wasn't going to get hard, I got bored with just sitting there. I stood
it as long as I could and then I dropped down to the bench right between
them and told them I had to get out of there. I thought we'd go straight to
the hot tub, but Bob told us we had to cool off first in the pool, so we
did. I was really surprised how cold the water felt after we were in that
heat because it had felt real warm when I was swimming in it.

Things looked like they were going to pick up some when we got in the hot
tub. We all sat close to each other. I made sure I got in the middle. You
couldn't see under the water because Bob had aimed all the jets at
us. There were so many little bubbles it felt like foam brushing against
me.

Bob put his hands behind his head and spread his legs out under the
water. I felt his leg bump into mine and then move away. I decided to push
mine against his too. I found out he hadn't moved his leg more than an inch
away. After I bumped it, I moved my leg back and pressed my calf against
his. He let it stay there.  I was also moving my hands back and forth in
the water in front of both him and my dad. I was trying to get up enough
nerve to accidentally bump into Bob's dick, but before I could I had to go
to the toilet. I had had to go ever since we were in the steam room, but I
was afraid I'd miss something if I did so I tried to hold back. I knew then
if I waited any longer, I might not make it to the toilet. I practically
had to run as it was.

When I got back, Bob and Dad were sitting closer together than they had
been. I got back in the tub and was going to squeeze in between them when
Dad stood up and said it was time for us to get out of the tub. I was
disappointed. But then I noticed his dick. It wasn't sticking-up hard but
it was about as big as it gets when it is hard. It was standing straight
out from his body and pointing down over his balls. I took a quick look at
Bob's when he stood up and his was the same way, but pointing straight down
instead of out. The way his balls hung down they didn't push it out like my
dad's did. Bob's dick reminded me of Larry's because the head stuck out
over the shaft so much. His balls hung down a lot farther than Larry's
though. I couldn't figure out what they could have been doing because I
wasn't gone long enough for them to jerk each other off. I didn't think
they would have tried sucking each other under the water, and I know they
wouldn't have sat up on the side to do it because I was coming back and
anybody could have come in.

Dad invited him, so Bob went to eat dinner with us. They both talked a lot.
It was mainly the kind of stuff adults talk about when they first meet each
other. I tried to talk when I could think of anything to say and Bob seemed
like he was trying to say stuff to get me in the conversation too. But Bob
and I did most of our talking while Dad was gone to the restroom.

What got us started was seeing a waitress almost have an accident. She was
carrying a big tray of dishes when she spotted my dad as he walked in front
of her. Once she saw him, she tried to follow him with her eyes as he
walked away from her. She also kept walking forward at the same time. She
walked into a chair and almost threw the tray of dishes onto the table in
front of it.  Somehow she managed to keep anything from dropping off the
tray, but she looked like a juggler doing it. After that she paid attention
to where she was going. My dad just kept on walking.

Bob said to me, "With his looks that kind of thing must happen to him a
lot.  He didn't even seem to notice."

"Yeah, it does. People take one look at him and walk into walls and do
stupid stuff like that all the time. Sometimes they just stare at him. He
gets embarrassed when that happens."

"I guess it's not hard to see why people react to him like that. I bet that
waitress got weak in the knees when she saw him. I don't guess I've ever
seen a guy as handsome as he is who wasn't movie star or something."

"He doesn't think he's good looking."

"Really?"

"Everybody in the family kids him about how good looking he is and he just
takes it. I think he'd like to be a blond."

"A blond? With that thick black hair? Why?"

"I dunno for sure. His brother calls him 'the dumb blond' all the
time. It's a joke. I figure he said he wanted to be a blond some time when
he was growing up and his brother made a joke out of it."

"I don't get the joke."

"The joke is he's such a dumb blond he doesn't even have blond hair."

"Oh. I guess you had to be there. But he's crazy if he really wishes he was
blond instead of the way he is. If I looked like him, I wouldn't change a
thing."

"Me neither."

We both stared at him as he walked back to the table.

When we left the restaurant, Dad told Bob he'd see him Monday. Bob replied,
"And Tuesday."

When Bob was gone and we were getting into the car, I asked Dad, "What
happens Tuesday?  You going to the gym Monday and Tuesday both?" I knew he
wouldn't be going Thursday because I would still be staying with him and I
had school the next day. I thought maybe he was trying to make up for it.

"Sex happens Tuesday if everything goes right," Dad told me as he closed
his door and started the car.

"With Bob? That's great! He's a hot looking guy."

"I think so too."

"What were you guys doing in the hot tub while I was in the toilet?"

"Making sure we were both interested in each other."

"Yeah? How?"

"Some careful touching that got to be a little bit less careful at the
end."

"So that's why both of you almost had hardons when you stood up."

"That's why."

"Did you feel his? How did it feel?"

"Hard. And good."

"What're you gonna do on Tuesday."

"Dunno yet. We'll have to work that out. I think I'd like to meet him for
dinner first and then go back to his place or mine if we're both still
thinking that way."

"But you're gonna see him Monday night too, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but Larry'll be there then."

"Is it supposed to be a secret from Larry?" We had said we weren't keeping
any more secrets from Chris and Larry after we let them know we were having
sex with each other too.

"No. But I don't see any point in telling him either. For one thing, it
might turn out nothing'll happen Tuesday."

"I thought you said you got it all set up to do it Tuesday when you were in
the hot tub."

"Not really. What we found out in the hot tub was we both wanted to do it
right then. That doesn't mean he'll still feel that way come Tuesday."

"He said he'd see you Tuesday."

"That's true, he did."

"How come you guys didn't just go back in the steam room and do it."

"For one thing, you were there. And I'm not much into quickies. Maybe you
noticed." He gave me a sideways look and a smile as he stopped for a light.

I laughed. "I noticed alright! But it would've been ok with me. And I
would've stayed in the hot tub."

"Don't you think you'd've come looking for me if we weren't in the hot tub
when you got back?  Bob might've lost it if you'd walked in on us."

"That's true. I guess he might have. But you're pretty sure you'll want to
do it Tuesday." It was only half a question.

"I think I will. But I want to have dinner first and talk some. I'm
attracted to him, no doubt about it. But I hardly know him."

"Do you have to know somebody to have sex with them?" I hadn't really given
that idea any thought. If I saw a hot looking guy, I would try to imagine
what his dick looked like. Then he would be the main character in a fantasy
the next time I jerked off.

"No, you don't. But have you ever had sex with somebody you didn't know?"

I thought about it. "Just the guy at boy scout camp. The one I met in the
showers."

"Did you like that as much as doing it with Chris?"

"No, guess not."

"Can you figure out why?"

"Because I know Chris?" I answered, not sure why that was right but having
a suspicion it was.

"More. Work it out. Why does it feel better when Chris does it to you than
it did when this other kid did it?"

"Chris knows what I like."

"Do you know what Chris likes?"

"Sure!"

"Do you do what he likes?"

"Course!"

"Why?"

"Because I want him to like it. I want it to feel good."

"What about with the kid at camp? Did you want it to feel good for him?"

I thought for a minute. "No. I just wanted to touch his dick."

"Got it figured out now?"

"Yeah. I shoulda had dinner with the kid at camp."

"Smart ass."

"It doesn't smart all that much. I think it wants to be fucked."

"I'll check it out when we get home and then we'll see."

"It's been two days already!"

"Just barely two days. And you lived all these years without getting
fucked.  It won't kill you to live a little longer without it."

"But now I know what I'm missing."

"Sucking not good enough for you now you've had a dick in your butt, huh?"

"Sucking is good too. I like sucking. We could start off with sucking."

"Ok. Then we'll see what comes next."

"It'll probably be me that cums next."

"Smart ass."

"It doesn't smart all that much. I think . . ."

He cut me off. "You're gonna drive me crazy!"

"No way! You'll have to walk. I don't have a license."

For once he didn't have a comeback.

But as soon as Dad closed the apartment door behind us, he grabbed me and
began to tickle me.  I had my coat half off and my arms were trapped in the
sleeves so I made the perfect victim. I dropped to the floor and he went
down with me.

"Please stop!" I begged him.

He didn't stop, but he tugged my coat off so I could defend myself. That
put us on an even footing because while he was bigger than me, he was also
more ticklish than I was. His coat was already open down the front, so with
some rolling around I pulled it down his arms part way trapping them behind
him. He tried to wiggle across the floor to pull it down the rest of the
way, but I held him in place by straddling his belly pinning his coat to
the floor with my knees.

"I give!" he told me panting.

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

I kept him pinned to the floor with my hand and one knee while I reversed
directions so I was still straddling his belly but facing his feet instead
of his head. He had lost one of his loafers when we were struggling. I
reached down to push off the other one.

"No! Not my feet! Anything! I'll do anything! But please don't tickle my
feet!"

I ignored him because I wasn't after his feet anyhow. As soon as I had his
loafer off, I opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed down the
zipper.

"What are you doing?" he wanted to know.

"Guess," I told him as I began to shove his pants and his shorts down.

"Ouch! You're pulling hair!" He wiggled under me, trying to get loose.

"Then lift your butt so I can get your pants out from under you."

He grumbled but he did it.

A little shuffling and pushing and I had him naked from the waist down. I
put my hands between his knees and spread his legs. Then I pressed my face
against his crotch.  Since he didn't have a hardon, all my cheek
encountered was soft warm skin and curly black hair. I rubbed it around
against his soft dick and pushed my nose into his sac right between his
balls. I exhaled my hot breath on the base of his dick and inhaled the
faint musky smell of him. I could feel his dick beginning to grow.

"Not fair! I can't get at you. Lemme loose."

"Dream on. This is too perfect. No way I'm letting you up."

His dick was about half hard when I took the whole thing into my mouth. I
felt it continue to grow until it forced its bottom half out of my mouth. I
let even more come out so I could reach the top of the head with my
tongue. I could feel the gathered foreskin at the end. I forced the tip of
my tongue into that wrinkle of skin until I could feel the slit opening
under it. I held the skin tight just below the flare of the head while I
sucked the skin from the head up onto my tongue.  Then I began to circle
the head inside the skin with my tongue.

"That feels so good! Why don't you let me up so I can play too?"

I just ignored him. I couldn't answer anyhow since my mouth was full.

I continued to circle the head of his dick, finally receiving the reward of
a drop of precum for my efforts. At the same time I began to rub his balls
with one hand and his perineum as far back as the edge of his asshole with
the other. More precum fell onto my tongue, a drop at a time.

I wanted to suck on his balls before they tightened up too much, so I
abandoned his dick and sucked one into my mouth. I felt the wet head of his
dick poke the base of my throat and catch in the neckband of my
undershirt. I rolled my tongue around his ball, enjoying the raspy feel of
the hair on the surface of my tongue and the insides of my cheeks. When I
had it thoroughly wet, I moved to the other ball and repeated the same
things. I ran my fingertip over the wet surface of the first ball.

When both balls were wet and my saliva was running down onto his perineum,
I followed it with my tongue. I pushed my hands under his thighs from the
inside and pulled them upwards, lifting his butt off the floor and keeping
his legs spread wide. I pressed my open lips firmly against his perineum
and sucked hard while tickling the circle of skin inside them with the tip
of my tongue.  I moved it side to side, tweaking the raised seam line that
ran down the middle and twirling the hair.

After a few minutes I moved my mouth a little further along his perineum
toward his asshole and repeated my actions. It took five moves before I
could plant my lips directly over his asshole. I sucked my breath in hard
while I ran my tongue around the ring of hair that circled his hole. Then I
moved in to the center, driving my hard tongue into the hole itself. I did
the same thing over and over.

Dad had stopped talking but had been making noises the whole time. Now he
was saying, "Ohh!  Ohh!"

The head and most of the shaft of his dick had been forced past the
neckband and inside my undershirt when I lifted his legs and moved my head
towards his asshole. Now as I lowered them, his dick emerged leaving behind
a wet area on my chest and a trail of precum over my collarbone and up my
neck. Only the tip of the head was still wet, but it was hot from its own
warmth and the heat of my body trapped inside my shirt and undershirt. I
felt the head slide up my neck and over my chin as his thighs dropped
toward the floor. When it got to my mouth, I took it in and forced it into
my throat until my lips were pressed against his pubic hair and my nose was
pressed between into the tight skin his balls.

"I can't stand much more!" I heard my dad say. He wiggled a little as if he
was trying to free his arms, but the effort was half-hearted.

I began long strokes on his dick with my mouth, keeping my lips tight and
forcing the head into my throat each time. I also rubbed his balls with all
of my fingers, rolling them in their sack. I could taste his precum diluted
by my saliva. It was flowing faster and faster.

"What can I do that'll make you let me up? My arms are starting to hurt and
I'm gonna cum soon!"

I just mumbled at him, making as intelligible a sound as I could with his
dick sliding back and forth across my tongue.

"You want me to fuck you? I will. I'll fuck you to within an inch of your
life. Just let me up!"

I held his dick up with my hand and pulled my mouth off of it.

"Promise?"

"I promise! You won't be able to sit down for a week!"

I wished I could have turned around and just sat on his dick, but I really
didn't think I could get it in me without him loosening up my asshole and
lubing me good.

"You got a deal," I told him. I released his dick and swung my leg over him
so he was no longer trapped.

He sat up immediately. I helped him pull the coat sleeves down his
arms. All of his wiggling had twisted them or he would probably have been
able to work his way out of them while I was on top of him. I stood up and
started pulling off my clothes as I headed for the bedroom. All this while
we had been lying on the floor of the living room just inside the front
door.

I was lying on the bed naked with my hard dick in my hand when he came in.
He was carrying his pants and shoes. He dropped them on the chair and
unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. He reached behind his head, grabbed both
shirt and undershirt together, and pulled them over his head.

"Throw them to me," I told him.

When he did, I burrowed into them and pulled them down to cover my head. I
loved to feel the heat of his body and smell his own clean smell trapped in
the fabric. As I continued to inhale the warm pleasant smell, I felt the
bed move. Then I felt his hands on my ankles. My legs were lifted up,
spread wide, and pushed back so I was practically doubled over.

"Hold them there," I heard him say.

I grabbed my legs behind the knees and held them up and open wide. My head
was still wrapped in his shirts. I felt the bed move as he got off and then
move again as he returned. In between I heard a drawer open and close.

"Are you gonna keep your head wrapped up like that?"

"No, I'm ready to come out."  The smell of him was gone, or I had gotten
used to it. Either way, the shirts had nothing more to offer. "Pull 'em off
for me so I don't have to let go of my legs."

The bed moved again and suddenly I could see. I saw my dad's head moving
down toward my asshole. Then I felt his lips on it, and finally his
tongue. He grabbed my hips to hold me still and continued to burrow into my
asshole with his tongue. Good as it felt, I wanted him to get on with it. I
tried to make it loosen up, and I must have had some success because after
a very short time he lubed up a finger and pushed it into me.

His finger went straight to my prostate. Suddenly I felt an incredible wave
of pleasure wash over me. I could also feel his finger twisting and sliding
in and out of my asshole. Soon he lubed and inserted two fingers, repeating
the twisting, pistoning motion. The second finger hurt a little bit at
first, but the third finger hurt more. I wanted it too bad to care. I tried
not to let it show in my face, and after a while the pain was gone.

"Think you're ready?" he asked me.

"Yeah, do it. I am."

I watched him double up a pillow. He held it against the bed next to me and
told me to roll over onto it on my belly. After I did, I looked back to see
what he was doing. He took the tube of lubricant and squeezed a large glob
onto his hand. He wrapped the hand around his dick and twisted twice. When
his hand came away, his dick was shiny with the lube. He moved toward me on
his knees, his shiny dick bobbing in front of him. Suddenly I felt the tip
touch my asshole. I couldn't help sighing. It was what I wanted.

He pushed it into me just enough that it would stay when he let it go. He
leaned over, supporting himself on his hands but letting his chest press
against my back, and in a voice that was almost a whisper he said, "Tell me
if it hurts too bad. You're still a little puffy there. I really think this
is a little bit too soon."

"'K," I told him. But I wanted it.

I felt the pressure increase. It reached the painful level. I tried to make
my asshole open up. Just when I thought I couldn't stand any more, I felt
movement and the pain lessened considerably.

"That's the head. Let's both stay still now until you get used to it."

I didn't want to stay still. I wanted to back up against his dick and force
it into me. But I waited.

After what seemed like forever, I felt pressure again, but there was also
motion. His dick was moving into me. He pushed it in a short way and then
pulled back. I could feel the rim of the head catch against the muscle ring
of my asshole. I thought he was going to pull it out. At the last second he
reversed and drove it back into me just a little deeper than he had been
before. He kept up this gentle fucking, increasing his depth with each
forward stroke until I felt the scratchiness of his pubic hair rubbing
against my asshole. There was no pause. He pulled it back out immediately
all the way to the rim of the head and then pushed it back in.

The pleasure I was getting was coming from the smooth friction of his lubed
dick against my stretched asshole and the full feeling I had from his being
inside of me. He wasn't touching my prostate at all. There was also a
little bit of pleasure from my dick being rubbed against the pillow case as
he pressed his dick deep into me.

He fucked me for a long time, and I loved every minute of it. I was
building slowly towards an orgasm. If we had continued as we were, it would
have taken me an hour to get there.

But he had other ideas. He pulled his dick completely out of me without
warning.

"Hey!" I said.

"Time to change positions."

He pulled the pillow out from under my belly and told me to roll onto my
back, lift my legs, and hold them open. I did as he said. He shoved the
pillow under my butt.

I thought he would slide his dick back into me, but he surprised me by
squeezing a glob of lube onto his finger and pressing that into me
instead. I felt his fingertip touch my prostate, giving me another electric
shock of pleasure from the contact. He continued the pressure, moving his
finger around as he leaned over and began to lick the back of my dick. I
felt pleasure run clear through my middle from my prostate to the end of my
dick.

He licked my dick for a minute or two before taking the whole thing in his
mouth. It just touched the back of his throat when he pressed his lips
against the base. He began to slide his mouth up and down on it as he
continued to rub my prostate.

I felt like I was right at the threshold I crossed when I came. But I
continued to feel the same way from that point on without ever moving over
it. At first I thought I would cum right away, but he was careful and
managed my pleasure well. It just continued, building slowly.

Then without warning he straightened up, pulled his mouth from my dick and
his finger from my asshole, and slid his dick straight into me. It took my
breath away. He began a steady fucking motion immediately, striking my
prostate on each inward push. I wanted to close my eyes and force my
attention into my crotch, but I also wanted to look at him. He was staring
into my eyes.  I forced myself to look back at him even though all my
attention was on the sensations his fucking was causing.

After what seemed like a long time I suddenly crossed the threshold and
felt my orgasm coming.  I had to close my eyes for it. I felt his
still-lubed hand grip my dick loosely and begin to stroke it in time with
the movement of his dick inand out of my asshole. And then I came hard.

I shot twice before I became aware he was pounding against me, driving his
dick in firmly. He was doing it in time with the streams of cum running
from my dick. He continued past the end of my orgasm and into the
aftershocks. And then his own orgasm came. He made a strangled noise and I
felt his dick swell up inside me as he drove it into me. I could tell from
the swelling when each shot left his dick. And when it was all over, he
lowered himself onto me and kissed me.

"That was great!" I told him as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him
tight against me.  His dick was still inside of me but I could tell it was
softening.

"You'll be sore tomorrow," he told me.

"That's why they make chapstick," I told him.


To be continued
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