Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2001 07:45:22 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel Chapter 36 attached

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 36 - 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 36 - Mike

That night I did get to introduce Sandra and Barry to Charlie and my mom.
They were on their best behavior and seemed to hit it off well with my
parents, though they did bring up my bathing suit. Just after Barry and
Sandra's parents showed up and Sandra introduced us all, she told my mom she
and Barry were taking me shopping first thing in the morning.

"How much do you think is reasonable to spend for a suit?" she asked my mom.

"I don't know really. Things are bound to be much more expensive here than
I'm used to. I'm sure whatever seems reasonable to you will seem reasonable
to me too," Mom told her.

"Don't tell her that!" Sandra's mother said. "She'll buy something no bigger
than a postage stamp and you'll be in hock for it for the rest of your
life."

Her father added, "She has a bathing suit I'm embarrassed to see her wear.
Cost a pretty penny too."

"Just for your information, I wore that suit today. No one complained."

"No doubt they were all struck dumb," her father said to the instant
laughter of the group.

Sandra ignored us. "I promise not to go overboard," she told my mom, putting
her hand on my mom's arm.

"I'm sure you won't," my mom told her, putting her hand on top of Sandra's.
And she added in a whisper that was meant only for Sandra but I heard it
too. "And let me tell you, dear, if I had your figure, I wouldn't wear
anything more than I had to either."

Sandra turned to me and said, "Your mother and I understand each other
perfectly."

It turned out no one had plans to meet anyone else for dinner, so they got a
table for the seven of us. I was used to being able to carry on a
conversation with Charlie and Mom, both having things to talk about that
they'd be interested in and being interested in what they had to say too,
but I was surprised I could talk to Sandra and Barry's parents the same way.
They both had great laughs that made everyone else laugh along with them.
When we broke up for the evening, my parents and theirs were talking about
what they planned to do the next day. I wasn't paying much attention since I
wanted to find out from Barry and Sandra how early we could leave in the
morning to shop for my suit.

That night in bed I jerked off, making myself cum faster than I usually did.
The day seemed like it had been full of sex even though nothing had actually
happened. The next morning I woke up more than an hour before I was supposed
to meet Sandra and Barry for breakfast. I was aware of having had very hot
dreams. The hardon I woke up with was only partly a piss hard, staying with
me after I relieved myself, so I got back in bed and began to stroke myself
slowly as I tried to remember every detail or* both Barry's and Sandra's
bodies from the previous day.

I was lost in a haze of pleasure and memory when I heard Charlie say, "Well,
that's a first for sure."

My first impulse was to cover myself up, but before I could act on it, I
decided there was no reason to. Not only had he seen me jerking off before,
but he'd done it to me too. I continued to stroke myself slowly. "You mean
me waking up before you?" I asked, knowing it wasn't.

He stopped beside the bed and said, "No. I had in mind walking in and find
you jerking off."

"I was in the mood this morning." As I spoke, I noticed Charlie's dick was
hard too. "Looks like you're in the mood too. Or is that just a piss hard?"

"No. It's the real thing." He ran his hand along it and then let it go. His
dick swung up and down and then settled so it pointed at me.

I reached out and took hold of his dick with my free hand. "Sit down," I
told him. It had been over two months since we'd jerked each other off in
the morning. After we'd stopped doing it whenever I was home, I noticed he
was willing to play about once every month or two. When I told my dad that,
he said it was probably when my mother was having her period. "She never
liked having sex then," he told me. I guessed Mom wasn't in the mood and
Charlie was horny.

He sat, letting me continue to stroke myself while I slid his foreskin
slowly up and down over the head of his dick. His eyes closed and his mouth
opened slightly. After a few minutes, I felt his hand slide up my leg. I
spread my legs apart. He cupped my balls briefly, rubbed his fingertips over
them, and then took hold of my dick, pushing his hand up from the bottom and
shoving my own hand off the end. He kept up the same pace I was using on his
dick but held my dick more loosely than I would have held it myself. When I
felt the precum run over my hand, I began rubbing my finger over the end of
his dick on the downstroke, spreading the slick liquid around the exposed
head and then sliding his foreskin up and over it. He released my dick, wet
his finger in his mouth, and began doing the same thing to me.

After a while he said, "We could get in the shower and I'd have a better
lubricant to use on you."

"You're doing ok," I told him. "Besides, I've got a better idea. Lie back,
ok?"

To do it he had to release my dick and move further onto the bed. I moved
sideways ahead of him as I continued to stroke him. When he was settled, I
scuttled around until his dick was right in my face and began to lick the
head each time I pulled the skin off of it.

He raised up immediately on his arms. "What're you doing?"

"Can't you tell?" I asked as I licked the head of his dick again.

"We've never done that before."

"I know. But I wanted to. You mind?" I asked between licks.

"No, I don't mind at all. Do whatever you like." He lay back down.

I began to work on his dick as I used to do my dad's, sucking the skin off
the end and getting my tongue inside. The precum began flowing faster.

"You're very good at this," he told me when I'd been sucking him for three
or four minutes.

Lifting my mouth from his dick just long enough to answer, I told him,
"Practice."

"You and Chris, huh?"

"Me and Chris," I told him. I knew he knew Chris was circumcised so I
wouldn't have been able to practice on his foreskin, but Charlie didn't
bring that up and neither did I.

He let me continue in silence. I brought him to the point that his balls
began to draw up and then  I backed off. His balls hung lower than my dad's
and much lower than mine or Chris's, and when we were jerking each other off
in the shower, I'd never paid much attention to how they reacted as he came
so I didn't know how far up they would come before he passed the point of no
return. Just as I was about to stop anyhow, he warned me he was close to
cumming. Instead of releasing his dick completely, I slipped my mouth off
the head and moved to the bottom of the shaft until I felt he was under
control again. Then I went back to what I had been doing. The second time he
was ready he warned me again. I brought him off, swallowing his entire load
as he pumped it out. He grunted as the first shot left his dick and his hips
bucked as he came.

He lay there quietly without moving for a few minutes after he was finished.
When he could move, he told me, "That was wonderful. I don't know if I can
quite match your performance though. I haven't had your practice. But I'm
going to try."

And try he did, though he brought me off right away. I was surprised he
didn't know the warning signs of an orgasm since he was a doctor. But then I
realized you had to spend a lot of time with your mouth around somebody's
dick before you learned them. I didn't tell him so, but I was willing to let
him practice all he wanted on me.

After I came, I told him, "I have to get a move on. I'm meeting Barry and
Sandra in twenty minutes."

"Listen, you can spend whatever you need to on a suit. Feeling comfortable
in what you're wearing is part of what makes a vacation fun. Your mother
asked me to tell you that. She said you might also want to think about
getting more than one. Ok?"

"That's great!" I told him, jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom
to take my shower.

In the end I did buy two suits. Neither one was a thong, which both Barry
and Sandra called Barry's suits, but both of them were briefer than the
speedos I had at home.

"If you get hard in that suit, your dick will pop out," Barry told me as I
was trying on the first one at the store.

"I'd like to see that," Sandra said.

Sandra fascinated me. She was completely different from all the girls I knew
at home. No girl in my class would even have admitted to knowing what a
hardon was, much less expressed any interest in seeing one.

"I'll have to make sure you do," I told her, trying to give as good as I
got.

Sandra smiled at me. "Ducky, when I decide I want to see it, I'll make sure
I do. You won't have any choice in the matter."

"That's true. You won't," Barry said, nodding his head in a knowing manner.

I hoped she'd want to see it very soon.

When we got back to the hotel, we all changed into our suits and met by the
pool. Sandra had another suit just as brief as the one she'd worn the day
before. Barry wore the red thong I'd tried on. We covered the front half of
our bodies with sunblock and lay there talking off and on until Sandra told
us it was time to turn over.

"Give me a hand coating her with this stuff," Barry said, squirting a large
gob into his hand and tossing the bottle to me. Since I was expecting it, I
caught it with no trouble. "You take the bottom half today and I'll start at
the top."

I coated her legs to midthigh before my dick began to react to my touching
her. It looked to me as if Barry and I would meet on her butt as he worked
downwards and I worked up. I was very much aware of his having told me I'd
pop out of my suit if I got a hardon, and I was getting one just at the
thought that I'd be rubbing her butt and the insides of her thighs. But
fortunately I'd pulled the drawstring tight when I'd put it on. As I ran my
hand over the bottom of her butt and between her thighs, she spread her legs
wider to give me better access. The head of my dick strained against the
waistband of my suit.

"You next?" Barry asked me as we finished with Sandra.

"Yeah, I think we better before I have a problem here." I nodded down at my
crotch. My dick was clearly outlined as it stretched at an angle toward my
left hip. It was also obvious that the head was pushing hard against the
waistband.

"So I see," he said, giving me a wink.

I lay on my belly and Barry began with my shoulders. "Relax now," he told
me.

I tore my mind's eye away from Sandra's butt and tried to think of other
things. It worked as he massaged my shoulders briefly and then spread the
sunblock down to the top of my bathing suit. I could feel the pressure
lessening steadily in my crotch until I thought I was about half hard. I
barely even reacted when he slid his fingers under the waistband of the
suit. When he reached the leg holes of the suit as he coated my legs, he
slid his fingers inside and traced the opening from the outside in to
between my legs. Both times he slid his finger out of the suit just as it
touched the bottom of my balls. My dick jumped briefly but continue to stay
about half hard.

"Can you do me now?" he asked as he withdrew his finger from my suit.

"Yeah, no problem," I said, taking his question to mean `Are you still hard
or can you safely get up?'

He stretched out on his belly and I began at his shoulders, repeating the
light massage he had given me. I stared at his butt as I worked. It was
round, full, and firm with a deep crack and a crease at the bottom of each
cheek where it joined his thigh. I wondered how hairy it was when he wasn't
shaved bare but decided I'd probably never know since there was no chance
his hair would grow back in the time we had left. When I got to the
waistband of the thong, I slid my hands under it and followed it around his
sides. After I'd coated both cheeks, I decided to coat the area under the
strap that followed his crack. He shivered slightly as my finger, slick with
sunblock, traveled across his asshole. When I slid my hands down onto his
thighs, he spread his legs, so I coated the insides all the way to the top,
slipping my finger under the strap as it crossed his perineum and rubbing
back and forth under it from the base of his balls to the place I'd stopped
coating when I was moving down his butt. He didn't react at all, though my
dick liked my touching his balls.

When he was fully coated, I lay on my towel-covered lounge. Sandra may have
gone to sleep. She'd stopped talking while Barry was coating me. I knew
Barry was awake, but he remained quiet too with his eyes closed. I gave into
the heat baking my back and began to daydream. I must have finally gone to
sleep because the next thing I heard was Sandra asking if anyone else was
hungry.

Barry answered immediately and I replied right behind him. "But I think I'd
like to jump in the pool and cool off before we eat," I said.

"Super idea," Barry said.

"You boys do that. I'll watch. This suit wasn't meant to get wet."

"A bathing suit you can't wear in the water?" I asked.

"Look at this suit. Does it look to you as if the person who designed it was
thinking about swimming?"

I had to admit it didn't.

"I don't even think it's washable. It has to be dry cleaned. You boys get
your swim and then we'll go eat."

We did as we had the day before, eating on the patio under an umbrella. When
we finished, Sandra told us, "I'll see you both later. Your mother, our
mother, and I are having a manicure, a pedicure, a facial, and a massage
this afternoon. I might even have a wax job."

"What's a wax job?" I asked Barry after she left.

"It's hair removal. They paint you with liquid wax, press a strip of cloth
into it, and then pull it off once the wax cools and hardens. The hair comes
off with the wax."

"You're kidding, right? That would pull the hair out by the roots."

"That's the whole idea. It pulls the hair out root and all. You come out
much smoother than if you shave."

"That must hurt."

"Oh, it does!"

"You never had it done though?" I asked.

"Not all over, but Sands talked me into trying it once. Hurt like the
dickens! What I can't imagine is what it feels like when they rip off your
pubic hair."

"I don't even want to think about that! Is that really how she took hers
off?"

"It really is. Not much grows back any more. She's been doing it for a while
now."

I couldn't begin to imagine the pain involved.

"Want to go inside and enjoy the cool air?" Barry asked me. "I think I've
had enough sun for today."

"You going to nap?"

"No, I don't think so. But I want to wash this glop off of me. It begins to
feel like it's sealing in my perspiration after I've had it on for a few
hours."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I think I'll grab a shower too."

When we got to Barry's floor, he held the elevator door and asked me, "Want
to come along? Or do you have something to do this afternoon?"

"No, nothing. I'll come right down after I get a shower."

"I still have plenty of dry towels in my room. You're welcome to shower
there."

I barely hesitated before I said, "Sure." If I showered in his room, I
wouldn't have anything to put on afterward, so I figured we'd stay naked as
we had the day before. I'd enjoyed that even though nothing had happened.

As soon as we got into his room, we both began to strip. He had on a T and a
pair of shorts over his thong. I had only a T and my bathing suit.

"You can have it first," he told me.

I walked into the bathroom and began to adjust the water temperature. He
walked in behind me, picked up the soap, and told me, "I'll wash your back
if you'd like."

"That'd be great," I told him, stepping into the spray to wet myself and
then presenting my back to him.

He took hold of my shoulder to steady me and began to lather my back,
pressing firmly as he moved the soap in large circles from my shoulders to
the top of my butt. He let go of my shoulder just as I began to feel the
lather begin to run down my legs. After a few seconds I felt his other hand
join the one on my back. He kneaded my shoulders for a minute or so and then
moved down my back slowly, rubbing every part thoroughly until he reached
the beginning of my butt. He stopped just below where the waistband of my
bathing suit would have been, which was also as far down as he'd coated me
with sunblock. The combination of the warmth of the water and his touch made
my dick stretch out, but it didn't feel as if it was going to harden. I
suppose it was because we were doing the same thing we'd done the day
before.

"Want to do my back now?" he asked. "Then we can share the shower if you
don't mind."

"Sure," I told him, stepping under the shower to rinse the lather from my
back.

I took the soap from the ledge as he wet his back. I grabbed his shoulder
and began to rub the soap in large circles on his back with my other hand. I
had worked up a good lather and had progressed downward to the outward curve
of his butt when I began to wonder if I could go ahead and wash his butt
since I'd already had my hands on it when I coated it with sunblock. I
wasn't thinking so much that something would happen between us as I was that
I'd like to feel his butt again. I let my hands linger there while I thought
about it and then decided not to take the chance. Since I had him thoroughly
lathered, I put the soap back on the shelf and began to work from his
shoulders downward with both hands. I thought about continuing again when my
hands reached the top of his butt the second time. I was still thinking it
over when Barry suddenly turned toward me. I let my hands fall quickly or
they would have slid across his belly and perhaps even slid down to his dick
because of the way he'd turned.

"Let me get us past pussyfooting around each other," he said to me. "I want
to say one thing first. If you don't like what I'm about to do, you only
have to say so and it won't happen again. We'll pretend it never happened."

With that, he took hold of the back of my neck, leaned into me, and kissed
me on the lips. It wasn't a particularly long kiss and his tongue didn't
become involved, but it was more than a quick peck. When it was over, he
pulled back a short ways and looked at me as he continued to hold onto my
neck.

I didn't move when he did it, though a charge went straight through me to my
balls. I found out shortly afterward that my dick had gotten hard
immediately, but I didn't notice it at the time. "What if I do like it?" I
asked him. "Will it happen again?"

"It certainly will!" Barry said as he moved his head toward mine and pulled
my head toward his. This time our mouths twisted against each other and our
tongues slid past each other. I wrapped my arms around him and slid my hands
down his soapy back, taking one cheek in each hand and squeezing as I pulled
him toward me. I felt his other hand move to the middle of my back and pull
me toward him.

We kissed for a long time before we finally separated.

"You were obviously so attracted to Sands I thought you wouldn't be
interested in this," Barry said to me. "Hardons don't lie."

"I think she's hot!" I told him. "I think you're just as hot." I took his
hand and pulled it to my dick. I felt his fingers close around it. "Like you
said, hardons don't lie."

"Well, this certainly does open up some interesting possibilities. What say
we finish washing off this sunblock and then investigate this further?"

"That sounds great!"

There was some jockeying around as we tried to finish our showers. Each of
us was trying to get our hands on the other, so in the end we gave up the
struggle and washed each other. We were only half dried off when we ended up
in a tangle on the bed kissing and caressing each other. Again there was a
struggle as each of us tried to get on top so we could start working lower
on the other's body. When I realized what was happening, I gave in and let
Barry take over.

He began by kissing my shoulder and worked his way slowly downward, drawing
each nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue until it was hard
and tight. From there he moved to my armpit, a place no one had ever touched
me before. Usually I was so ticklish there I couldn't stand even the idea of
being touched, and nearly everyone I'd had sex with knew it, so they'd never
touched that place. His licking and sucking there sent waves of pure fire
down my body.

He jumped next to the crease where my leg joined my hip, dragging his tongue
along it until he reached my balls. He dragged his tongue slowly and lightly
across them to the crease of the other leg and followed it back up to my hip
bone. All the while his hands were moving lightly over my body, starting and
spreading small fires of their own.

His mouth moved back to my balls, licking them and trying to suck them in,
but they had already pulled up and were too tight against me. He worked his
tongue over them and caressed them with his lips before he began to move up
the shaft of my dick. It was already throbbing when he started on it. By the
time he reached the head, I knew I wasn't far from cumming. I told him so.

"Don't!" he begged me. "Let's make it last."

"I'll try!" I moaned.

When the head of my dick slid between his lips, I was afraid I'd gone over
the edge. He felt me tense and opened his lips, applying no pressure to the
head of my dick. We both stayed motionless and I fought down the building
orgasm. When I finally relaxed, he tightened his lips around the shaft just
below the rim of the head and began to caress the bundle of skin below the
head at the back with the tip of his tongue. I felt the warning signs of an
orgasm begin to build deep inside me.

"I'm going to cum!" I told him.

Instantly his mouth was gone. My dick hung above my belly moving up and down
through a small arc to the beat of my heart. A drop of precum formed at the
tip and dropped to my belly. We both watched my dick move for a few seconds
before he mashed his lips against mine for another long deep kiss.

When it ended, I pushed him onto his back. He gave in immediately. I used my
lips, tongue, and teeth on his nipples until he begged me to stop. I enjoyed
the novelty of running my tongue through the hair under his arms and pulling
it gently by catching it with my lips. I followed the curve of his rib cage
with my lips, kissing as I moved along it. I continued to follow it as it
curved around his belly to his hip bone.

I surprised him then when I moved aside and asked him to roll onto his
belly. After he did, I lay on top of him, supporting myself on my knees and
elbows as I slid the head of my dick, wet with precum, up and down the crack
of his ass. I licked the backs of his knees, knowing from his hissing intake
of breath that I'd surprised him by finding a sensitive spot there.

I spread his legs and began sucking and licking the skin on the insides of
his thighs as I backed up the bed. When I got to the top of his thighs, I
let a drop of saliva fall from the tip of my tongue directly onto his
asshole and then began to blow gently on it and the area around it down to
the back of his balls.

"I can't stand that!" he told me. "Please! Please!"

I dragged my tongue across his asshole slowly, wetting it thoroughly, and
then blew on it again. He moaned as I began, the moan rising in pitch when
the cooling wind of my breath began to evaporate the wetness there. I
continued to lick around his hole, driving my tongue against the center
every few seconds. It loosened more and more as each second passed.

When I was sure he knew what I was going to do next, I surprised him by
moving off of him and telling him to roll over. As soon as he did, I dove on
his dick taking it all the way to his pubic hair. The head moved into my
throat. I began to caress it by swallowing continually. The action caused me
to salivate. I let the saliva run out of my mouth to coat his balls.

As suddenly as I'd taken his dick in, I let it fall from my mouth and began
to pay attention to his balls. They were so tight against his body that the
wrinkles in the skin looked like creases. I alternately licked them and blew
on them, feeling him shiver and hearing him moan.

I moved back to his dick after a while. The skin was fully off the head and
held back onto the shaft by the rim. I tried to suck it back up on the head,
but it wouldn't cooperate. I settled for taking his dick head into my lips,
kept the lips open, and running my tongue around and around the rim.

He began tugging on me, so I left his dick alone and moved my head back to
his. He grabbed me immediately for another long kiss. When it broke, he told
me, "I don't think I can last much longer."

"I can't either," I told him.

"Let's try to cum at the same time."

I agreed.

I reversed myself and he took me immediately into his mouth. I let him suck
me for a minute or so to catch me up before I began sucking him. We worked
to bring each other to the edge of an orgasm over and over until I was
almost constantly at the edge. I thought he had been in the same condition
for several minutes when he suddenly said, "Now!"

I began to piston my mouth on his dick. He did the same to me. He burst into
my mouth seconds later. I felt myself do the same in his. We both swallowed
until the flow stopped. They we lay there holding each other's dicks in our
mouths as we shuddered through the aftershocks.

When it was completely over and we began to go limp, he pulled me around and
kissed me, giving me a taste of my cum from his mouth and taking a taste of
his from mine.

"That was great!" I told him.

"Incredible!"

"I think I could use a nap now," I told him.

"So could I," he replied.

We wiggled around against each other until we found a comfortable position
that included a lot of body contact and drifted off to sleep.

To be continued
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