Date: Fri, 02 Feb 2001 10:41:41 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 19"

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family. Chapter 19 - Mike

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 19 - Mike - 1977

The second day of the swimming camp the two guys who wouldn't swim naked
got their diaper suits. They changed into them in toilet cubicles. The rest
of us just walked to the pool as we got our clothes off. Again there was a
guy with no pubic hair who had a hardon which he was letting show, but
nobody was covering up with their hands. I noticed the guys who had to have
suits were looking pretty hard at the crotches of the rest of us.

We lined up along the edge of the pool to watch Mr. Winston demonstrate the
first stroke we were going to learn. He got in the pool and swam back and
forth. Then he stood still and showed us the stroke in exaggerated slow
motion.

Chris poked me and whispered, "Look at that kid," nodding his head in the
direction I was supposed to look.

There was a kid who had maybe three pubic hairs but the biggest soft dick I
had ever seen. He must have been one of the ones who was covering himself
the day before because I definitely would have noticed him.

"Wow, that's big!" I whispered back.

"He makes us look like babies. And I bet we're two years older than him."

"Better watch so we learn this."

Both of us turned our attention to Mr. Winston, who was going through the
same routine a second time. When he was finished, he had Brian, one of the
seniors, get into the pool with him to show us what he wanted to do. He
supported Brian from underneath so he was floating on his belly right at
the surface of the water. Brian then went through the same stroke, also in
slow motion. He moved his arms, legs, and head as we were supposed to move
ours.  After a few minutes of that, Mr. Winston told Brian he was going to
let him go. Brian speeded up what he was doing as Mr. Winston lowered him
into the water. Suddenly Brian was swimming down the pool.

The seniors and the rest of us got into the pool and tried to do what we
had just seen Mr. Winston and Brian do. There was a lot of flopping around,
particularly by the kids who apparently couldn't swim at all. There was one
little kid in the group next to us who did the stroke perfectly while his
senior was holding him, but as soon as he was released, he went straight
into a dog paddle every time.

I had my turn before Chris. Brad helped me get into position floating on
the water on my belly.  To keep me from sinking he had his hands under my
collar bone and lower belly. I could feel the palms of his hands in both
places pressing up. As I went through the stroke in slow motion, I moved
forward slightly so my dick was bumping against Brad's hand. I probably
would have gotten hard except I could see myself sliding off of his hands
and heading for the bottom of the pool. That kept my mind off of my
dick. When he told me he was going to let me go and I speeded up, I swam
straight across the pool. I was very pleased with myself.

Chris was next. He started off fine, but then he seemed to be having
trouble staying put. Brad kept telling him not to try to bend in the
middle. While I watched them struggle, I figured out Chris had had his dick
bump into Brad's hand as mine had done and now he was trying to push it
into his hand but Brad wasn't cooperating. Finally Brad told him he was
going to release him and Chris went under. He came up a little ways away
from Brad and thrashed his way across the pool.

"I know what went wrong," I whispered to Chris when he came to stand by me
in the water while Brad worked with another kid.

"I thought he was trying to grab my dick and I was trying to help him get
hold of it," he whispered back.

"He wasn't. His hand bumped into mine a couple times, but that's just
because of the way he was holding us up. He wasn't trying to grab it."

"Yeah, I figured that out after he dunked me."

It turned out Brad had figured out what had happened with Chris too. The
next day Chris did the stroke just as he was supposed to and swam straight
across the pool when he was released. When he came back and stood by me,
Brad winked at him over the kid he was holding.

"What's that all about?" I whispered to him.

"This time he just grabbed me by the dick and held me up that way," he
whispered back.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No lie! Felt great! I still got a hardon. Wanna feel? Worked too. I did
the stroke right, didn't I?"  he said with a smug smile.

We were the last ones in the shower again after the lesson. This time Brad
chose a shower head near us, pulled off his suit, and began to wash himself
thoroughly. We were nearly finished, even Chris having learned his lesson
about the chlorine, but I knew he would stay as long as Brad was there so I
stayed too.

"I want to thank you for holding me up so good today," Chris suddenly
blurted out to Brad.

Brad looked at him and smiled. "I've learned sometimes you have to get a
good grip on things."

"You can use that grip on me any time. I really hate to be dunked."

"I'll remember," Brad said as he pushed his head into the shower spray to
rinse his hair.

"That was pretty direct," I told Chris as we were putting on our clothes.

"Hey, I'm not kidding. I hope he does that to me every time. I'd like to do
it to him too."

We went back to swim after lunch again, and this time when Brad came out of
the lockers and Chris yelled at him, he waved but didn't come over to where
we were. Chris was very disappointed. I felt bad for him.

"You know, he could just be being careful."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Picture grabbing one of those kids who's wearing the suits by the
dick. They'd scream bloody murder."

He brightened up some then. "That's sure true."

"Why don't you just wait and see what happens tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I will. Cool."

We showered and left shortly after that. Chris went home but I went
straight to my dad's apartment since it was Wednesday and the Y was much
closer to where he lived than it was to my mom's house. I had supper nearly
ready by the time he got there.

"This is great," he told me when he came into the kitchen.

"It's no big deal," I told him. All I had done was make a salad, open a jar
of spaghetti sauce, and put a pot of water on to boil. But I liked being
told it was.

I followed him into the bedroom. As he took off his clothes, he asked me,
"How's swimming coming?"

I told him about Chris's reaction to Brad and Brad's holding him by his
dick.

"Brad sounds like a smart guy. If I wanted to get Chris's attention, I'd
grab him by his dick too."

We both laughed over that.

We had our dinner, Dad again praising me for fixing it, and then went into
the bathroom for our shower. Even though I had been handling my dad's dick
for a few months at this point, it still excited me to know I was about to
do it. So my dick shot up as it always did and I walked into the bathroom
with a hardon. Dad was used to me being hard as we got ready for our
shower, so he hardly paid any attention to it.

He washed me first, doing it entirely from the back. I particularly liked
it when he slid his hand between my legs to wash my balls and dick from
behind. I had found out that was the time when he started to get hard too,
so when he began to wash my chest and belly by reaching around me, his hard
dick was sliding around on my soapy back. I love to feel that, especially
when he began rubbing my balls and stroking my dick with big handfuls of
lather. He knew I would tell him before I got too close to cumming to be
able to control myself, so he worked my dick between his thumb and fingers,
alternately rubbing the head and the bundle of skin behind it. I controlled
myself as long as I could, finally having to tell him he had to stop.

He washed my legs after that and then swapped places with me. I washed his
back, sliding my hand between his legs to wash his dick and balls for a
short time, and then finished with his legs in the back. I washed his front
side from the back too, pressing my dick firmly into the valley where his
legs pressed against each other. The head was just beginning to reach his
asshole. My whole dick slid up and down slightly from the motion of my
washing him.

When I had reached his feet, he turned around and I gave my complete
attention to his dick.  Washing under his foreskin gave me particular
pleasure. It was imagining doing that to myself even though I didn't have a
foreskin of my own that had led to my discovery of how to jerk off. I was
careful not to do that to him as I washed him, using the process as a way
of touching the most sensitive parts of his dick over and over and building
his excitement slowly. When I was sure he was about to tell me I had to
stop, I switched to rubbing just the shaft of his dick very slowly with my
thumbs on the top and my fingertips underneath. Once I established a
rhythm, I looked at his face to see his eyes closed and his head tilted
slightly back.  I continued doing the same thing until he said, "I think's
that's enough."

Last of all we washed each other's hair, turned the shower up to normal
pressure from the trickle we kept running and rinsed off. As usual, nearly
an hour had passed from the time we had first turned on the water until we
had dried each other.

I was hanging up the towels when my dad asked me, "Is this the fourth
shower you've had today?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," I told him. I was surprised to realize it. "One when
I got up, one after the swimming lesson, one after Chris and I messed
around in the pool after lunch, and this one.  Four."

"And you spent three hours in the chlorinated water this morning? And how
long this afternoon?"

"Maybe two hours this afternoon."

"You keep this up and you won't have any skin left by the end of the
summer.  I've got some moisturizing lotion here that Bob brought over I
want to put on you. And I'll tell your mom she needs to buy you some for
home. You and Chris can put it on each other in the afternoons when you get
home."

Dad took a huge plastic bottle out of the linen closet and squirted out a
handful of lotion. He began rubbing it on my shoulders and down my
chest. It felt good anyhow, but it felt especially good when he rubbed it
around and around on my nipples. My dick was still hard. It began to throb
then.

"This is a great!" I told him. "Do I get to do it to you too?"

"If you want to. But I don't really need it. I haven't soaked all the oil
out of my skin."

I decided I'd wait and just use my mouth on him.

He was rubbing pretty firmly over my chest and belly, but when he got to my
dick he wrapped his fingers around it lightly and stroked it a few times
before he moved on to my balls.

"Hey! Don't stop!" I told him.

"You want to cum now?"

"Well, yeah! And later too!"

"How about waiting until later? I'll make the wait worth it."

"Deal!"

When he was putting the lotion on my back and sides, he brushed his fingers
over my nipples. At my hips he reached all the way around to my dick,
brushing the shaft and my balls. Then he began to slide his lotion-covered
fingers up and down my crack and over my butt cheeks. I spread my legs and
leaned forward, supporting myself with my hands on my thighs just above my
knees. His hand slipped between my legs as it did in the shower. I felt his
fingers wrap around my balls and begin caressing them. After he let them go
and slid his hand back along my perineum, he began rubbing my asshole. I
pressed back against his finger and felt his finger press into me. A few
seconds later it slid inside. He began sliding it in and out of me a short
ways, twisting it every second or third time.

I was becoming more and more excited. I pushed back against his finger as
it was moving inward, forcing it further into me. I felt him begin to push
in too, right to my prostate. He began to rub it gently. It was just what I
wanted. I wiggled my butt so he would know how much I liked it.

He responded by pulling his finger out and replacing it with two. He
stretched me open, twisting them and pushing into me slowly. I felt his
other hand on the inside of my thigh applying more lotion but rubbing
upwards from my knee in a way he had never done before.  The feeling went
straight to my balls, giving me a kind of tickling chill. I pushed against
his fingers, forcing them all the way into me even though they hurt a
little when they were completely inside. Once they were fully seated, I
felt him rubbing my prostate again.

After a little while he began sliding his fingers in and out of me,
twisting them on the way in and rubbing my prostate for a few seconds when
they had reached full depth. I was getting hotter and hotter. When he
pulled his fingers out and replaced them with three, I knew we weren't
talking about later on any more. It was going to have to be soon. By the
time he had all three fingers in me, I was ready and I wanted to be fucked
right then.

"Put your dick in me," I told him.

"Like this? With you standing up?"

"I could sit on it," I said. And then I added, "Rub some lotion on it and
let me sit on it."

He pulled his fingers out of me and did as I said. I tried to back onto his
dick, but I couldn't get my butt in between his legs with him sitting down
enough to get more than just the end of the head inside.

"Can we do it standing up?" I asked.

"Sure. You really want to?"

"Yes!" I told him.

I stood up and leaned over again, supporting myself with my hands on my
thighs. Looking between my legs I saw him stand up behind me. He had to
bend his knees to get his dick low enough to push against my asshole. He
grabbed me by my hip bones to hold me in place and began to push against
me. I felt his dick stretching my hole even more. Then suddenly the head
was inside and the shaft followed it slowly.

I didn't give him a chance to wait. I pushed back against him and then
tried to pull forward. He slid his dick in and out of me three times before
he told me, "I can't stay in this position. My legs are breaking."

I pulled off the last inch of his dick that was still inside me and turned
to face him. I put my arms around his neck as he stood up and told him,
"I'm gonna wrap my legs around you. Get inside me and push me against the
wall."

The move went as if we had practiced it. As I hung on his neck and lifted
my legs, his hands went under my butt cheeks. I wrapped my legs around him
and he pushed my back against the bathroom wall. When I was stable, I felt
him reach for his dick and move the head to my asshole.  I loosened my grip
around his neck and slipped down onto it. It went straight in.

He began to fuck me immediately. I tried to help by pulling myself up and
down a little ways.  My dick, which was still covered with lotion that
hadn't been worked in, rubbed against his belly.

"I'm not gonna last too long this way," he told me with a grunt.

My own orgasm was building from the double stimulation of my dick on his
belly and his dick in my asshole. "Me neither. Just go for it!"

In another minute I was shooting cum onto his chest and belly. I was hardly
finished cumming when I felt his dick swell as it pumped his load into
me. When he was finished, I could feel him sag but he held me in place
against the wall. In a short while I felt his dick fall out of me. Right
after that he lowered my feet to the floor.

"Shower didn't do us much good, did it?" he asked me as he looked over our
sweaty bodies and cum-covered bellies and chests.

"I think we can get cleaned up with a washcloth instead of taking another
one."

"I think you're right. Let's try it anyhow. I haven't got the energy for
anything else."

"But what about later? You promised we would do it later if you didn't jerk
me off before."

"This was later. Just now."

I knew that, but I wasn't going to let him off so easy. "Some promise," I
said with a wounded sound to my voice.

"Get the washcloth and don't give me any more trouble," he told me with a
laugh.


To be continued
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