Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2001 09:28:59 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 18"

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family. Chapter 18 - Dave

by Tim Foure
copyright  2001 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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Chapter 18 - Dave - 1977

"You know, I've been doing some thinking about Paul and Ben," Bob said out
of nowhere as we were having dinner at "our" restaurant. It was the Friday
night two weeks after Paul's visit. Mike was with his mother but Bob would
be picking up his kids first thing in the morning. Our visitation schedules
seemed to be in permanent conflict.

"Thinking what?" I asked.

"I had this idea of what two guys who had a sexual relationship were like.
You know what I mean?"

"I think so." I wasn't going to offer anything more because I wasn't sure
of where he was going.

"Course, I also had this idea about what a marriage was supposed to be
like.  I was dead wrong about most of that. I think Brenda likes me better
now than she has any other time since our first date way back in high
school." He had been looking down at his plate as he spoke. He raised his
head just enough so he was looking at me from under his eyebrows and added
with a laugh, "And I don't mean just because I'm not there any more."

I laughed too. "That's not what I was thinking."

"It took a real shock to make me think about my marriage and what I
expected from Brenda. It made me think about me too and the way I acted. I
didn't like the way I'd treated Brenda when I thought back about it. There
wasn't any difference between that guy raping me and me expecting Brenda to
have sex with me when I knew she didn't want to. I know that's true even if
she doesn't think it is."

"I think you're being too hard on yourself about that."

"Just lemme get this out. This took a lot of thinking for a dumb jock."

I knew very well he didn't fit into that stereotype in any way, but I kept
my mouth closed.

"I knew I wasn't the kind of guy who would do something like that guy did
to me. Then I looked at how many times I went ahead and did what I wanted
with Brenda. I was ashamed of myself when I realized it. I knew I never
would have treated her the way I did if I had thought about it in the right
way. I knew I just wasn't that kind of a guy. I was just wrong in the way I
thought about something."

He took a fork full of food, carried to his mouth, chewed slowly, and
swallowed. All the while he continued to look down at his plate.

I realized I was holding a fork filled with my own dinner half way to my
mouth as I spoke. I put it in my mouth and went back to eating slowly while
I waited.

"So I had this idea of what guys who want to have sex with other guys are
like. I knew I wasn't that kind of guy either. I mean, I never wanted to
dress up or behave like a girl or any of that. I always liked being a
guy. I still do. So having sex with guys like I did just didn't count
because I wasn't the one who wanted it. Ever since me and Johnnie sat there
at his desk working those math problems, it was always the other guy who
wanted it and I just went along with it. Even when I knew that wasn't true,
I still told myself that. Now it's like Paul said the other week - - I know
I like to suck dick. And I'm still a guy. So all this while I was wrong in
the way I thought about it."

I had continued to eat slowly as he spoke. He took a mouthful and then a
second. I didn't want to say anything because I sensed he still wasn't
finished.

He laid his fork on his plate and looked at me. I stopped eating as well.

"I had this idea of what two guys who had a sexual relationship were like.
You know, I mean one that was like being married. It had to be like a
husband and wife. I'm talking about after I could look myself in the face
and say, 'You know you like to suck dick so quite messing around.' Well I
didn't ever want to be the wife. I knew that for sure. And I couldn't ever
see me being the husband and introducing somebody to this guy standing
there in a dress or something.

"Then I met you at the gym. Man, you really turned my crank from the first
time I ever saw you.  I jerked off thinking about you about a hundred
times. But it never crossed my mind you'd ever want to have sex with
another guy, much less with me. Then it turned out you did. I figured it
for a one night stand. But that was still gonna be great! I'd be able to
jerk off over that another hundred times after it happened. Then it turned
out you wanted to see me again. Right there was where it got messy.

"I mean, how was this gonna work out? I wanted to see you again real bad.
But where could it go? It's not like I couldn't show you off to anybody and
be damn proud of you, but I couldn't see you playing the little woman. And
I sure wasn't gonna be doing it. So it had to be this casual thing. Just us
guys. Like that."

He reached across the table and took my hand.

"But the deal is, I miss you when you're not there. I mean I miss you bad.
And I got the idea somewhere that you like being with me too."

I just nodded my head at him.

"So I must be wrong about the idea I had in my head of what two guys who
are having a sexual relationship have to be like because we're sure as hell
having one and neither one of us is like those guys.

"I got to thinking about this because of what Paul said about Ben. Here are
these two guys who are married and have families and they want to be with
each other too. They didn't fit what I expected at all. Unless I'm wrong
and Ben's sitting down there in South Carolina in a dress."

"He's not, believe me. I've met him and his wife."

"So there we are. There must be some other way besides the way I thought it
had to be for us to be together because, and I'm not shittin' you about
this, I really think I'm in love with you."

"I love you too."

There didn't seem to be anything else to say. We sat quietly for a minute,
Bob's hand covering mine on the table as we stared at each other.

Bob finally broke the silence. "You know what?" he asked.

I raised my eyebrow to ask, 'What?'

"We're probably gonna get thrown out of this restaurant if we keep holding
hands like this." He pulled his hand back to his side of the table. "Then
you'll be able to tell Paul we started out just like him and Ben."

I laughed and picked up my fork. "This is cold."

"Mine too. I'm not hungry any more anyhow. Let's go back to your
place. I've got a surprise for you."

"You've already surprised me."

"This is a different kind of surprise," he said as he signaled the waiter.

As we walked out of the restaurant, he said, "You know, maybe we ought to
pick up a frozen pizza on the way. You know how hungry sex makes us."

"Does the surprise have to do with sex?" I noticed he was carrying a bag
that looked from the way it was hanging as if it contained something heavy.

"Everything has to do with sex. I'm just now learning that at thirty-two.
And a lot of the time it's a surprise."

We didn't get to the surprise right away because I had to grab him and kiss
him as soon as we got inside the door. He kissed me back with equal heat,
so we spent a good few minutes standing there holding each other tight,
exploring the insides of each other's mouths, and breathing the same breath
back and forth between us until we nearly passed out.

When Bob released me, he immediately began taking off my clothes. I stood
there and let him.  As he was pulling down my pants, I told him, "I'm
thinking of swapping the coat closet here for my bedroom closet 'cause I
never seem to get as far as the bedroom with any of my clothes on when
you're here."

"I'm sorry," he told me in a voice that said he wasn't one bit sorry as he
carefully pulled the waistband of my boxers over my hard dick and slid them
down my legs.

"It wasn't a complaint. Just making a practical suggestion. Also, that
pizza's gonna thaw."

"It'll do that anyhow when we cook it," he told me as he lowered himself to
his knees and began to lick my dick.

"That feels so good!" I told him. He had become very good indeed at sucking
my dick in the time we had been seeing each other. "And you're generating
enough heat so if you hand me the pizza, I can just hold it in my hands and
it'll cook."

"I'm not ready for the pizza yet. I gotta eat this first," he said as he
gave the back of my dick a long slurping lick. Then he slid his mouth down
it until I could feel the head lodged in his throat.

After four deep penetrations of his throat, each one separated from the one
before and after by a few seconds of swallowing that caused his throat
muscles to caress and squeeze the head of my dick, he pulled his mouth off
of me and stood up. I just then realized he was still completely dressed
while I was standing there with not a stitch on.

"We have to get you out of those clothes," I told him as I reached for his
polo shirt to pull it over his head.

He stood still as I had done and let me have my way. When I was kneeling
before him licking his dick, he said, "I'm awful close."

I was surprised. He had been developing some self control. "Already?" I
asked.

"Yeah. I been thinking all day about the surprise and it's got me about as
horny as I can ever remember being."

"Let's get on with the surprise then."

"We have to do it in the bedroom."

"Follow me," I said as I led the way.

He pulled the bedclothes off of the bed, leaving only the bottom sheet in
place. The sheets were fresh and crisp. Since I was having sex with Larry,
Mike, and Bob practically in rotation, I had had to buy more sheets and had
taken to doing laundry at every opportunity.

Bob noticed this. "Whaddya do, change the sheets every day? I thought they
only did that in fancy hotels. Anyhow, the first part of your surprise is
in the bag." He pulled a large plastic bottle from it. The bottle had the
frosty look of hand cream or body lotion bottles but it easily held half a
gallon.

"This is the best body lotion made by man. It isn't oily or greasy, your
skin absorbs it but not too fast, it washes out of cloth without leaving a
stain, and it doesn't taste bad or leave a bad aftertaste in your
mouth. The manufacturer guarantees the first three things. I found out the
fourth one for myself. I'll just let you guess how." He gave me a smile
that left no doubt in my mind.

"Now the first part of the surprise is I'm gonna give you a massage. The
best massage you ever had in your life. I took a whole semester class in it
when was in college because it let me get my hands on guys' bodies without
having to admit to myself I was queer. Now you are gonna get the
benefit. Lie on the bed on your belly."

As soon as I did, he straddled my butt and began to knead my shoulders. I
could feel the slickness of the lotion between his fingers and my skin. He
went straight to muscles I hadn't known were tense and loosened them up in
a matter of minutes. He performed the same miracle on my shoulders, my
neck, and my back all the way down to my butt.

When he began on my legs, he told me, "The instructor told us there were
certain areas and particular muscles that had properties we needed to be
aware of. They were different for men and women, but the reason was the
same. They caused sexual responses. Some of them were pretty obvious. The
instructor said if we didn't avoid those, we'd be out of the massage
business and into a different kind of business altogether. Everybody
laughed at that.  But there were other muscles near the more obvious ones
that also tended to excite the person receiving the massage.  With those
muscles it was a matter of how you handled them rather than what you
touched. Do it the wrong way, he told us, and it makes men hard and women
wet. Do it the right way and it just relaxes the client. Well you know the
minute he said that, it became a challenge to do it the wrong way next
chance we got.

"We had a lab with the course where we did to each other what the
instructor had taught us while he walked around and observed. Often he
would leave us alone in the lab for long periods of time. But the thing
was, you could never tell for sure when he would come back, and this kept
us under control.

"It was a small class. There were just twenty people in it and it was
pretty much balanced between men and women. By the time we got to this
lecture, we were a pretty close group. I mean, we had had our hands all
over each other in the lab. And it was nearly everybody too because the
instructor encouraged us to work with a different partner each time to get
the widest possible experience of body types with the group we had
there. We had also seen everybody's private parts by this time because
towels would be pushed up or pushed down by accident or just move the wrong
way when the person on the table turned over. And I really mean by accident
too. So nobody was very modest any more.

"By the time we were half way through the lab, the ten people on the tables
were excited. I mean the guys were hard and the women were wet and it was
obvious. That was when we changed places. The ones on the tables got up and
put their clothes on. The ones doing the massages stripped and lay on the
tables with their butts covered. So an hour later when the lab was over,
everybody was horny as hell.

"We figured out later that it must be what happened every semester because
the instructor never came back that day. But when the group broke up,
everybody headed off to have sex. I had been massaging a guy I knew was gay
and he had done it to me. There were a couple of guys like that in the
class. I always let myself go touching these guys because I knew they liked
it and they knew they could suck my dick afterwards if they wanted to even
though I wouldn't reciprocate.  And of course I liked it too, but I wasn't
into admitting that even to myself.

"But nobody was looking just to service anybody else after that class.
Everybody wanted honest- to-God sex with a partner who would work as hard
at getting them off as they were willing to work. So I left with the girl
this other gay guy had been massaging.

"We fucked like crazy. I bet I came four times before we were too tired to
do any more and there's no telling how many times she came because I used
my mouth and my hands on her as well as my dick. The next time the class
met for a lecture, she asked the teacher what the difference was between
what we had been doing and foreplay. He told her it was intention. He got a
big laugh.

"That was one of the things I could never figure out with Brenda. I knew
what I was doing when I set out to excite her, but it just didn't happen.

"So anyhow, I think you know what my intention is. I want to give you a
great massage. The best you ever had. But if I creep over the line into
foreplay, then I want you to know that is my intention too. I just want you
to lie there and let me be the expert. Ok?"

I could hardly breathe much less answer him. All the while he had been
talking, he had been sliding his thumbs up the insides of my thighs very
slowly, sometimes following muscles that seemed to be connected sexually to
my asshole and sometimes following muscles that went straight to my
balls. He was doing it lightly, and beginning each time on the inside of my
knees. I had had to move to make a place for my dick which sprung to
instant attention as his fingers traveled those muscles the first time.

I forced out an "ok".

He continued until I thought I'd have an orgasm and then worked on down my
legs, switching back to non-erotic massage.

When he had me turn over and had begun to massage my shoulders, he told me,
"This is taking a lot of self control. I really just want to dive on your
dick."

I was surprised when he didn't touch my nipples and surprised again when he
moved right around my dick and balls. I relaxed into what he was doing,
closing my eyes and drifting with the very pleasurable and relaxing
sensations he was causing. I was aware that my hardon had even gone
away. In fact, I was probably not very far from sleep when he began working
on the muscles on the insides of my thighs the second time. My dick and I
started paying attention immediately.

The long slow glide of his thumbs up the inside of my thighs gave me
wonderful feelings around and behind my balls. His strokes began to include
my balls themselves and after a while the base of my dick.

When I was as excited as I had ever been, he put his face close to mine and
told me, "Time for the last piece of the surprise. I want you to fuck me."

I was very surprised at that given his one experience with being fucked.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while now. I know I love you. I trust
you. I want us to do this."

I was worried about doing as he asked, but I decided it was a gift and I
couldn't refuse it without hurting him more than I might doing it. I
grabbed his head in both hands and kissed him, pushing my tongue between
his lips. When the kiss ended, I told him, "You've got to swap places with
me."

I moved to the side of the bed and Bob lay down on his belly with his legs
spread.

"Turn over," I told him.

He raised his head and looked at me. "You're gonna fuck me from the front?"

"You're right about one thing, your asshole is definitely in the back. But
I'm gonna start in the front. Ok?"

"Whatever you say. You're the boss," he told me as he turned over.

I began to rub the ball of my thumb back and forth across his nipple as I
kissed him deeply. I continued to kiss him, moving around his face and ears
with my mouth and coming back to his mouth from time to time as my hand
traveled down his body, caressing his belly, his dick, and his balls. My
mouth followed the same path as my hand.

As I was sucking on his balls one at a time, I began rubbing my fingertip
lightly in a circle around and across his asshole. It was clenched tight. I
wondered if this was going to work.

I released his ball from my mouth and slid my hands under his thighs,
lifting them and his butt from the bed. At the same time I moved closer to
him so his butt was resting against my chest.  When I had him high enough,
I began following the seam along his perineum with my tongue. I could look
down past his balls and dick and see the pleasure I was giving him on his
face. I could also see he was dripping precum from the head of his dick to
a place just below the hollow of his throat.

His asshole twitched when my tongue got to it. After a little teasing and
light licking, it began to loosen. I was in no rush so I continued slowly
until I was finally driving my tongue into it. I lubricated a fingertip
with his own precum from what was now a puddle on his chest, pulled my
tongue out of him, and slid the finger into him in its place. It was the
first time I had done that to him. I felt his asshole clutch at my finger.

I looked at his face to see how he was reacting to this invasion, but there
was nothing there but a smile. I lowered his butt to the bed but kept my
finger inside him. As I began to suck his balls, I felt for his
prostate. When I touched it, I knew it immediately both from the feel of it
against my finger and the load moan that escaped his lips. I was glad he
was that sensitive to touch there. It was going to make it that much better
for him.

I stimulated his prostate lightly for a minute or so before I had to
withdraw my finger. I needed to get the lubricant in the bedside table, and
I couldn't reach it with my finger still inside him.

Bob, however, wasn't pleased with the change. "How come you took it out.
That felt great!"

"Needed some supplies. We don't want to do this on precum alone, believe
me."

I spread the lubricant on my fingertip and pressed it into him, heading
straight for his prostate again. He moaned when I touched it.

"That stuff's really slick," he told me.

"That's what it's for. To be really slick," I said as I began to slide my
finger in and out of his asshole very slowly.

When I felt it was time, I pulled my finger from him and lubricated it and
a second finger. As I began to push them into him, I started sucking the
head of his dick. I could feel his asshole tight against the two fingers I
was trying to put into him, but they began to move into him.

I stopped sucking his dick long enough to ask, "You doing ok?"

"It feels like I'm being stretched but it's ok."

When my fingers were far enough into him to touch his prostate, I stopped
sucking him. I gave him a little reward for letting me get that far by
rubbing his prostate gently. Then I began to first twist and then piston
the fingers very slowly until I was sure he was completely comfortable with
them inside him.

I pulled them out and lubed three. I knew this would hurt, so I told him,
"If you don't like the way this feels, just tell me and I'll stop." I could
see some tension start to build in his face.

Again I sucked his dick as I began to push the three fingers into him. I
was about a third of the way in when he said, "Wait!"

I held my fingers still but continued to tongue the head of his dick.

After a minute or so, he said, "I'm ok now. Go ahead."

I continued pushing them in. There was a lot of resistence, so I knew I was
stretching his asshole considerably. I expected him to tell me to stop at
any second, but he never did. When I had them all the way in, I moved to
sucking his balls. I held my fingers still for a short while, letting him
adjust to being stretched as far as he was. When I thought he was ready for
some movement, I rubbed his prostate gently before I began twisting my
fingers and sliding them in and out.

When I thought it was time, I told him, "We're ready now."

"I really want this," he told me.

"Turn on your side toward me," I told him. "I'm going to get behind you."

He moved as I told him to and I moved behind him, lying on my side with my
front facing his back. I wiggled down slightly until I was in the right
place. I lubed my dick thoroughly, took a dab of lube on my finger and
pressed it just inside his asshole, and moved toward him so the head of my
dick was pressing firmly against his asshole. I pulled his leg back and
over mine to open his asshole slightly.

"I'm gonna push against you. You push back as much as you want to. Stop any
time you feel like it. If it gets to be too much for you, just tell me."

I put my arm over him, rubbing him from nipples to dick while I kept up the
pressure of my dick against his asshole. I could feel him pressing back. I
began to kiss his neck and lick the back of his ear. All the while I felt
the pressure against my dick increasing as he pushed harder and harder
against me.

Suddenly I felt my dick penetrate him. I also felt him freeze.

"You doing ok?"

"Yeah. Just have to stop a minute." His voice sounded strained.

"We don't have to do this, you know. Just move forward and off of me. It'll
be better than if I pull out."

"No! I want this! It just reminded me of the other time for a second there.
It scared me. It'll be alright. I just have to have a minute."

I went back to kissing his shoulder and neck while I ran my hand down the
front of him until I touched his dick. He had lost his hardon. I reached
past it to his balls and began to rub them and the hard spot right behind
them.

When I felt pressure against my dick, I knew the pain had decreased
substantially. I pushed my crotch toward him too and felt my dick slide
into farther. The motion was continuous until my pubic hair was mashed
against his butt. I kept up a slight pressure even after I was fully seated
in him and waited as I continued to rub his balls and kiss his neck.

A few minutes passed in silence before he said, "I think I like the way
that feels."

"Has it stopped hurting?"

"Yeah, I think so. There's this real strange full feeling up inside me that
almost hurts but that's all. I kinda like the stretched feeling."

"Ready for me to pull back?"

"You're gonna take it out?" There was a plaintive sound to his question.

"That's what fucking is, ya know? In and out, in and out?" I tried to make
a joke of it.

"I been doing it wrong all this time?"

I knew he was ok then. I began to slide my dick back out of him.

"I don't like that. I want you to stay inside of me."

"I'll be right back in there. Promise."

I pulled my dick out until just the head was inside. Then I slid it back in
slowly.

"Oh, yeah!" he said.

I could feel his dick beginning to swell against my wrist as I continued to
rub his balls. I set up a very slow rhythm, sliding in and pulling out,
while I continued to lick and kiss his neck and shoulder.

A few minutes later I pulled out completely.

"Did you cum already?"

"No. Don't worry. You'll know when I do." I moved from behind him. "I want
to change positions. Roll onto your back."

When he had, I folded a pillow and wedged it under the small of his back. I
applied more lube to my dick. I spread his legs wide and crawled forward on
my knees until the head of my dick was firmly seated in the entrance to his
asshole. I told him to lift his legs, and when he did I slid my hands under
his thighs to lift them more. I leaned forward over him, supporting myself
with the pressure of my arms on the backs of his thighs, and watched his
face as I slid my dick slowly into him. He stared into my eyes as I
did. When I was fully inside him again, I leaned forward and kissed him,
pushing my tongue into his mouth. I felt his arms go around me and pull me
tighter against him.

After we had kissed, he told me, "This is great. I love the way this
feels."

"There's more. You'll have to let me go."

Once he released me, I pulled my dick out and started it back in again
slowly at a slightly different angle. I watched his face for any sign that
I had hit his prostate. It took five tries to find it and several more to
get the angle just right. Then I began to slide in and out of him
rhythmically, rubbing his prostate each time.

I could watch the progression of his pleasure on his face. First he smiled.
Then his eyes closed.  A few strokes after he began to force his head back
against the pillow and to lift his chin. His mouth opened and he began to
moan. He grabbed my shoulders and dug his fingers into me.  Finally he
began to roll his head from side to side just before he shot a long spurt
of cum onto his chest. I kept the head of my dick riding back and forth
over his prostate as he came. His moans went up in pitch until they were
nearly screams.

When I felt the tension leave his body, I began to fuck him with deep short
strokes that brought on my orgasm. I shot deep within him, forcing my pubic
bone against him with each spurt of cum. When I was finished, I collapsed
and would have fallen on him if he hadn't still been holding me by the
shoulders. Instead he lowered me onto his chest and into his arms. I kissed
him.

"Now I know what I've been missing," he told me.

We stayed that way for only the short time it took my dick to soften and
fall out of him. My arms were still trapped under his legs. We untangled
ourselves, got the pillow out from under him, and cuddled together again,
enjoying the afterglow together.

"We're gonna have to take a shower before we go to sleep," I told him.
"We're both covered in your cum."

"As long as we don't have to move right now."

And we didn't move, not until the morning when we woke up to find ourselves
covered in a crusty whiteness that flaked off when it was touched.


To be continued
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