Date: Fri, 09 Nov 2001 09:31:45 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel chapter 34

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 34 - 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 34 - Mike

Taking care of Jason made me think more and more about having a son of my
own. When I told my dad about it, he said, "Don't be in such a rush. We had
you while we were still in high school and it was a mistake."

I interrupted him with, "Gee, thanks!"

"I don't mean you personally were a mistake." He grabbed me around the neck
and hugged me against him, rubbing his knuckles on top of my head. "I
wouldn't trade you for anything. But having a baby that young is a mistake.
You miss a lot of things when you do that."

"Don't worry. I'm not looking to have a baby right now. I haven't even had
sex with a girl yet."

"Just remember to use a condom when you do."

"I remember. I've got one in my wallet just in case."

"Just in case, huh? Got any prospects?"

"No, none. I can't figure out who to ask out on a date. I never paid much
attention to the girls in my class until here lately."

"Want some advice?"

"Won't I get it whether I want it or not?"

"You're turning into a typical teenager. You were easier to handle when I
was still fucking you. And the answer is, no, you won't get it anyhow."

"You could fuck me. I'd probably be easier to handle after that."

"You know why that isn't gonna happen."

"I was just kidding you, really. So give me the advice."

"Quit looking at girls as walking pussies and see if there's one you'd like
to be friends with. You're gonna spend a lot of time together when you're
not having sex, so it's a good idea to like each other for other things
too."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll try that."

But when I told Chris what he said, he wanted to know, "What're you, crazy?
What can you talk to a girl about?" Chris wasn't very interested in girls
anyhow and never had been, but after he'd started fucking me and made the
connection that girls could also be fucked, he began to think of them in a
brand new way.

"There's gotta be something," I told him. "You got to have something to do
when you're not fucking."

"Girls talk to each other. They don't talk to guys. We can go on a double
date. That way they can talk to each other and we won't have to bother with
'em until we get ready to pork 'em."

"I think you have to get romantic and work up to sex. I don't think it's
gonna be all that easy to make it happen."

"You're probably right. But we gotta start somewhere if we're ever gonna get
any. I don't see why we gotta do this anyhow. I can just fuck you and both
of us'll be happy."

"No matter how much you fuck me, we're not gonna have any children, ya
know?"

"Yeah, I know. That's what's so great about it. If we start messing with
girls, anything could happen."

"You can do what you want. I want to have kids someday."

"I guess I do too. My mom'll be on my case about it after a while. She's
already laying heavy hints on Stu about how great it'll be for her to be a
grandmother."

"If we go on a double date, who are we gonna ask?"

"You can ask anybody. They'll just fall at your feet. I'm the one that's
gonna have trouble here. Maybe I should ask somebody when you're not around.
I won't look so bad then."

"Quit busting my balls. You look good enough to me. I let you fuck me, don't
I?"

"Yeah, but you're not doing it because you think I'm beautiful or anything.
I got the only dick you can still get."

I thought briefly about Uncle Bill but decided the only way to get him was
to go back to Grandfather's, which didn't seem like a good bargain. "That's
true, you do."

"So how about we quit talking about this right now and suck dick for a
while?"

"Ok by me."

So we did. But the first girl I fucked didn't turn out to be one of the
girls in my class.

During my last year in high school, Charlie went to a medical convention the
same week I had spring break. Mom was going with him and they invited me to
go too. But they left Jason home with Grandmother and Grandfather. Charlie
said, truthfully, that Mom wouldn't get much of a vacation if she had to
take care of Jason all the time.

"I promise to take care of him if you take him along too," I pleaded with
them. "Don't make him stay with them."

"It won't be all that bad for him. He'll be with Mother nearly all the
time," my mom told me. "And you haven't been there much so you haven't seen
how Father behaves around him. He doesn't turn into an asshole with kids
until he thinks they're old enough to train. Jason can wrap him around his
little finger."

I doubted that, but Mom was right when she said I hadn't seen Jason with
Grandfather any more often than I absolutely had to. And I had no other
choice anyhow. They'd already decided Jason wasn't going.

Everything about the trip was a first for me. I'd never flown in a plane
before, and I was just about knocked over when I saw the hotel. Charlie got
a suite that had a big bathroom with a jacuzzi tub off of their bedroom. My
room was smaller but it had its own bathroom too. Mom immediately declared
the bathroom with the large tub "hers" and off limits to me and Charlie.

"Looks like you're stuck with sharing your bathroom with me," Charlie told
me.

"It'll seem just like home," I told him. And in fact I didn't mind at all.
Seeing Charlie naked was always a treat no matter how often I saw him.

The first day we were there I went sightseeing with Mom and Charlie. I knew
the Bahamas were a foreign country, but since I also knew everyone spoke
English, I'd expected it to be more or less like Florida. And most of the
time it didn't seem foreign at all. But every once in a while something
would happen or I'd see something that told me we weren't in the U.S.

Mom made it pretty clear to me that first night that she didn't expect me to
hang around with her and Charlie. "Look for some kids your own age and have
some fun," she told me. "There's no reason for you to stay with the old
folks."

That suited me just fine, but it wasn't as easy to do as she thought. As far
as I could tell, except for me, Mom and Charlie were the youngest people
staying at the hotel by a good ten years, and lots of the rest were as old
as my grandparents. I'd pretty much decided I'd lay around the pool and work
on my tan. If I didn't have any other fun, at least I'd be the only one in
my class with a tan in March. That was how I met Barry and Sandra.

Late in the morning on the second day we were there, I was laying out my
towel on a lounge chair so I didn't have to feel the plastic against my skin
when I heard a woman's voice say in an English accent, "Quick, Barry! Pinch
me! I must be hallucinating. I see an island of smooth skin in this sea of
wrinkled leather."

"I believe you're right!" came the answer as I looked in the direction their
voices were coming from.

At first I couldn't see anything because the sun was reflecting off the pool
into my face. I shaded my eyes with my hand and moved around the lounge
chair out of the reflected light. Lying on chairs a quarter of the way
around the pool were a man and a woman. Both were sitting up and staring at
me.

"Come sit by us," the woman said after a minute or two.

I suppose I had been staring at her. At first I'd thought she was naked, but
after a few seconds I realized she was wearing a very tiny bikini. The man
was also wearing a very brief bikini-type swimsuit.

I pulled my towel from the chair and walked over to them.

The man stood up, put out his hand, and told me, "Barry Kemp."

I took his hand, shook it, and said my name.

"This is my sister Sandra," he told me, pointing to the woman sitting on the
lounge chair.

She put out her hand. I shook it as well.

I had to force myself to stop staring. Her bathing suit was only three
little pieces of cloth and some string. The cloth looked as if it had been
knitted out of the same string, and there wasn't enough of it if you put it
all together to cover the palm of my hand.

"We were saying there aren't many people here our age," Barry told me.

"Like none at all," Sandra added, "until you turned up."

I was surprised they thought I was their age. I thought both of them were in
their twenties. "Yeah, everybody here is a lot older," I said. The idea of
her thinking I was in my twenties appealed to me. I wasn't about to tell her
she was wrong.

"So why are you here with all these old people?" Sandra asked.

"Talk about taking the direct approach," Barry said, rolling his eyes and
staring skywards.

"I find it gets you direct answers," Sandra said, "and saves a lot of
messing about."

I told them how I came to be there.

"Sit with us then. We're your only hope. Barry, move over and let Mike have
your lounge."

While Barry pulled his towel from the chair and moved over to the next one,
Sandra told me their parents were both doctors with practices in London but
she and Barry went to college in the U.S. They were on spring break too and
had come to see their parents.

"But fortunately, they're too busy with the conference to want to spend much
time with us," Barry said.

"So other than having to eat dinner with them, we're on our own," Sandra
added.

"What year are you in?" I asked, turning to Barry. I thought Sandra might be
in graduate school.

"We're both freshmen," he told me.

That surprised me.

"So you're, what, a year apart?"

"Actually, we're twins," Sandra told me.

"Wow! I thought you were a lot older than Barry."

"Thanks so much! Just what I needed to hear." She screwed her face into a
pout.

"I didn't mean it like that! I just meant you looked, you know, more
mature."

"I don't think I'm going to let you crawl out of the hole you've dug for
yourself as easily as that."

"Give him a break!" Barry said. "He meant it as a compliment."

"Hmm," she said. "I may have to let you make it up to me." But she smiled as
she said it, so I figured I was alright.

The three of us lay there getting acquainted. I began to get used to
Sandra's near-nakedness after a while. Next to her, Barry looked very
covered up even though I guessed his bathing suit started right at his pubic
hair. I'd gotten a hardon when I first came over to meet them, but it
settled down after we'd begun to talk. I was pretty sure they hadn't noticed
it since I was wearing a supporter under a baggy pair of boxer trunks that
Charlie let me borrow.

Mom and I had quite a go round over bathing suits when we were packing for
the trip. I had three pair of speedo briefs I planned to bring, but Mom made
me try them on before she'd let me pack them.

"You don't realize how much you've grown this past year," she told me.

It was true. I had changed a lot. I'd shot up to nearly six feet in the
previous twelve months. And I'd put on some muscle too under Bob's guidance.
Not too much, but enough to give me some definition.

"You're lucky," Dad told me. "With your smooth chest and belly, all your
work shows. I could work out forever and all you'd see is hair."

"Don't complain," Bob told him. "I like you the way you are." He came up
behind my dad, wrapped his arms around him, slid a hand up under his shirt,
and kissed him on the neck as he rubbed his hand up and down my dad's chest.
I could see Das's nipples begin to push against the knit fabric of his
shirt.

I'd been doing a lot of swimming at the gym since Bob had moved in with Dad,
but I never bothered with a suit. So when I began to put on my bathing suit,
I was surprised I had to struggle to get it up the top part of my thighs and
over my butt. It was definitely too tight. So tight, in fact, that it was
uncomfortable. My balls were being mashed and I could see the outline of my
dick when I looked in the mirror. But I'd left packing til the last minute,
so there was no way I could buy another suit before we left.

"You can't wear that! It's obscene!" was Mom's reaction when I came out of
my room.

I tried to put up an argument, but Charlie agreed with her. And to tell the
truth the suit was so tight I wouldn't have wanted to wear it anyhow.

"Maybe they'll have a nude beach and I won't have to wear a suit at all,"
was my lame response when I realized I was going to lose the argument. I was
trying for a shock effect. But I was the one who got the surprise.

"Maybe they will," Mom told me. "But you can't wear that. I can see
everything you've got. You look more naked with that on that you would if
you weren't wearing anything."

I was instantly embarrassed. And confused. Since Mom had straightened me out
about nudity, I'd gone out of my way to be cool about it around her. She'd
seen me naked a few times and I'd made myself deal with it. Now it was no
big thing. I couldn't figure out why I was more embarrassed about wearing
the suit that showed everything off than I would have been if I'd simply
been naked. But I knew she was right when she said it.

Charlie came to my rescue. "I've got a pair of trunks you can borrow," he
told me.

But when he showed them to me, I couldn't imagine myself wearing them.
"They're an old man's bathing suit!" I said without thinking.

"Thanks a lot."

I realized my mistake immediately. "No, I didn't mean it that way. But
nobody my age wears anything like that."

"Well, seems to me your choices are to wear this suit which I am so kindly
willing to let you borrow, or hope there is a nude beach, though personally
I don't believe you've got the nerve to go there if there is, or stay out of
the water."

I took the suit, thinking I would buy one when we got there. But the suits
they had were so expensive that Mom carried on when I started to buy one, so
I gave in and said I'd wear Charlie's. Afterwards I thought briefly about a
nude beach, but it turned out there wasn't one nearby, though some women
were sunbathing topless around the hotel pool. But it also turned out the
average age of the people staying in the hotel was about eighty, so I didn't
much care if they saw me in Charlie's suit anyhow. That's how I happened to
be wearing it when I met Barry and Sandra.

I got my next surprised when Sandra rolled over and told Barry she needed
sunblock rubbed on her back. I suppose my eyes bugged out. From the back all
you could see of her bathing suit were three pieces of string, one around
her neck, one across the middle of her back, and one at the top of her butt
which had another string attached to it that disappeared into her crack.
Somehow the strings made her look more naked than she would have if she'd
just been naked. I suddenly understood what Mom had been saying about my
tight speedo.

Barry got up and walked around the two of us while I was staring at her,
squatted on the far side of her lounge, and began to rub lotion on her legs.
"Want to give me a hand here," he said, flipping the bottle of lotion to me.

I fumbled the catch since I hadn't been expecting him to throw it, but when
I got it, I sat up and squirted some on Sandra's shoulders. I was rubbing it
around gently when she said, "Use both hands and massage my shoulders while
you're doing that. I'll let you work off some of your punishment for calling
me old."

I did as she said, kneading her shoulders between my fingers and thumbs. But
all the while I was staring at her butt wondering if Barry was actually
going to put lotion on it out here in public with all these old people lying
around us. The answer, of course, turned out to be yes. I'd already popped a
hardon when she'd turned over, but it began to throb as he slid his hands
onto her butt and started to rub in circles. He had spread his hands open as
he did it so his thumbs were traveling up her crack each time his hands
moved together.

When he reached the place where I was massaging, Sandra told us, "Each one
of you do one arm now." She extended both arms and fluttered her hands.

I rubbed her left and Barry did her right.

When we were finished, I sat back on my lounge and tried to arrange my
hardon in a more comfortable position in my jock. Sandra was facing the
other way, but I thought Barry noticed what I was doing.

"Need some yourself?" he asked me, holding out the bottle of sunblock.

"I'm using some stuff to make me tan faster," I told him, showing him the
bottle. "But it'd be great if you could put this on my back for me."

He looked at my bottle. "You're pretty pale. Better use some of this
sunblock instead. The sun here is truly fierce."

I'd wanted to get a dark tan in the week we would be there, but I was
beginning to be afraid I was going to burn instead and go home peeling
instead of bronzed. And even though I now knew he was only a year older than
I was, I still thought of him as an adult. I think it was his accent that
did it. Anyhow, I took his advice. "Ok, thanks. I'll try yours." I held out
my hands for him to squirt some in, intending to do my legs and then let him
do my back.

"Stretch out," he said, ignoring my cupped hands. "I'll coat you."

I stretched out on my belly. He squatted beside me and began with my
shoulders. Instead of rubbing the lotion on, he kneaded my shoulders and my
upper arms. It felt great, so I relaxed into it. He did my back, massaging
all the way, so it took him a good ten minutes to reach the top of my suit.
Then he moved to my feet, beginning with my left.

As he moved up my leg, he told me, "If you really want to get a tan, you
should shave your legs. All this hair blocks out some of the sun."

I was stunned at the idea of a man shaving his legs. I hadn't had the hair
on them all that long and I was kind of proud of it. I couldn't imagine
shaving it off. "I guess I'll get enough without doing that," I told him.

He didn't say anything more, continuing to move up my leg coating me with
sunblock. When his fingers moved above my knee and began to touch the inside
of my thigh, my dick, which had softened while he was massaging my
shoulders, began to react. It hardened completely when his fingers reached
the bottom of the trunks. The legs of the trunks were long, extending down
my thighs maybe six inches from my crotch. I'd expected him to stop applying
the lotion there, but he didn't, continuing upwards inside the trunks until
he touched the strap of my jock.

"You should tuck your trunks into your supporter if you're trying to get a
tan," he told me. "That will expose more of your leg."

"Good idea," I told him.

I was going to do it myself when he finished with the sunblock, but he
surprised me by starting to stuff the material of the trunks under the strap
of the jock. He followed the strap from the outside around to where it
joined the pouch between my legs. When he reached the top of my right leg,
he repeated the same process. By this time I had a large wad of material
caught under the jock between my legs.

"Doesn't look like that was such a good idea," he said as he touched the
lump of material.

"There's just too much of these trunks. It's like wearing pants," I said,
squirming because my ball sac was being pinched. I reached around to pull
the material loose.

"I'll get it. Sorry about that. It seemed like a good idea." He took over
from me, pulling the material loose again.

"It sounded good to me. These trunks are just too big."

"Are they the only ones you have?"

"Yeah, they are." I told him the story of the speedos.

"You can borrow a pair of mine if you like. The might be a little loose on
you but I don't think they'll fall off."

"Thanks, that'd be great!"

"When we go in for lunch, I'll get you a pair," he told me as he'd pulled
the last of the fabric out from under the jock.

"I'll put sunblock on you if you want," I told him. It seemed only fair that
I should. And it gave me a chance to get my hands on his body.

"Super!" he told me, standing up from his squat only to sit back down on his
lounge.

When he turned over, I got another surprise. In the front his bathing suit
was cut low, exposing his treasure trail to where it began to widen out into
his pubic hair. In the back it narrowed to a strap that crossed his back
just above the beginning curve of his butt. It formed a "T" in the middle
with the leg of the T following his crack until it disappeared where his
cheeks came together. I'd never seen a man's bathing suit like it before. I
wondered why I hadn't noticed it sooner until I realized I had spent most of
my time staring at Sandra's near nakedness and so had paid little attention
to him as he moved around to put lotion first on Sandra and then on me.

As I picked up the sunblock, I knew I'd have my hands on his butt in a few
minutes. I began kneading his shoulders to appreciative sounds from him. I
continued massaging rather than simply applying the lotion as I moved
downward, treating his butt as I had the rest of his back. He seemed to
expect it, not reacting at all to the movement of my hands across it. As my
hands traveled lower, he spread his legs. I could see the strap emerge from
between his cheeks and widen out into the pouch that held his balls. My dick
was throbbing as my hands moved over the smooth skin and down his legs. He
raised up at one point and slid a hand under him. I was sure he was
rearranging a hardon. When I finished, I lay back on my lounge. He smiled at
me and closed his eyes. The three of us lay there in silence and continued
to bake.

In the back of my mind as I drowsed was his offer of the loan of a suit and
how I would look in it with my butt hanging out. I also wondered how my mom
was going to react to seeing me in it.

To be continued
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