Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2001 07:42:08 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel Ch 37

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 37 - 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 37 - Mike

I woke up before Barry. He had rolled onto his back and had his arm across
his eyes. It was fun watching him sleep. I could stare at him all I wanted.
He slept with his mouth slightly open. I could just see his teeth. His chest
rose and fell slowly. His nipples were still hard. I wouldn't have been
surprised if they weren't a little sore because I'd really given them a
working over. His belly indented suddenly at the base of his rib cage. It
was hard to believe he was larger around the middle than I was, but I had
the evidence of his bathing suit hanging loose on me to prove it. There was
no hair at all on his chest or belly down as far as his navel, not even
peach fuzz. But then, he'd told me he'd shaved it off. The hair started
right below his navel. There wasn't much of it at the navel itself, just a
few hairs, but it got thicker a little lower. It was still a line though
until suddenly it widened out into the curved top of his pubic bush. The
hair there was very thick and dark, the same color as the hair on his head
but more curly. His dick was lying toward the right on top of his balls. The
foreskin had moved back up to cover the head. The skin on it was darker than
the skin on the rest of his body, but the skin on his balls was even darker.
There was no hair on his balls. I'd noticed there wasn't when I was licking
them. I guessed he'd shaved that off when he shaved his legs. His left leg
was stretched straight out, but his right one was bent at the knee. They
were hairless, of course, and strong looking.

I watched him sleep for a few minutes longer and then decided to wake him up
when I saw I was going to have to go and get dressed for dinner soon. I
leaned over him carefully, lifted up his dick, and took it completely into
my mouth. I circled it a few times with my tongue but got no reaction. I
tried to slide my tongue into his foreskin, but it was much tighter than
either my dad's or Charlie's so I didn't get anywhere with that. I settled
for swirling my tongue slowly around the foreskin-covered head until his
dick began to lengthen and thicken. Instead of backing off of it, I let it
move into my throat. I knew Barry was awake then because his hand began
stroking my hair.

"I love being woken up that way," he told me.

I made an incoherent noise as I continued to suck his dick. I could feel his
foreskin pulling down on the head as it hardened fully. I guessed his skin
was as sensitive as Dad's and Charlie's, so I kept swirling my tongue around
the head catching the edge of the skin as it slid down. Finally it slipped
under the ridge of the head. I began a pistoning motion then, letting the
head go into my throat, swallowing to caress it, and pulling back until only
the head remained in my mouth. All the while Barry kept running his hand
lightly across my hair.

When his balls began to tighten, I concentrated my attention on the area
behind the head. His foreskin bunched up there so I thought he was probably
as sensitive there as I was. A minute or so later he came, pumping a much
smaller load into my mouth than he had earlier. I took it all and then held
his dick in my mouth until it began to soften.

He pulled my head up when I released his dick and we shared a deep kiss. I
let him taste himself inside my mouth.

"You're really good at that," he told me.

"Beginner's luck," I told him. "I'm a natural."

"Right!" he snorted. "But I do think you are a natural at it."

"I know what feels good when it gets done to me and I try to do that."

"Excellent plan. Can't imagine a better one. Let me show you a few of the
things I'm very fond of."

With that he crawled down the bed and began licking my dick, which was still
hard. He repeated a lot of the things I had done to him, except that when I
was close, he kept backing off and letting me cool down. He was very good at
keeping me at the edge so the pleasure I was feeling had a tickling quality
to it. It felt good by itself, but it also urged me to go the rest of the
way with the promise of greater pleasure to follow. I had to fight myself to
keep my hands off of my dick. When he finally let me cum, it was a very hard
one. When he kissed me afterward, he still had a mouth full of my cum. We
shared it in a long kiss.

"I've got to go and get ready for dinner," I told him when we lay back
beside each other.

"I know. Want to borrow a pair of shorts so you don't have to put your suit
back on? It's got sunblock on the waist and leg openings."

"Can you lend me a shirt too? Mine's got sunblock on it." We weren't
supposed to walk around the hotel without a shirt.

"Sure. Glad to do it."

In his shirt and shorts I looked as if I was wearing my big brother's
clothes. It surprised me because I would have sworn we were almost the same
size.

When I went down with Mom and Charlie for dinner, Barry, Sandra, and their
parents were already there in the bar.

Sandra hooked arms with my mom and hers and told me, "Tell us how gorgeous
we look. And make it good. You have no idea how we suffered this afternoon
so we'd look stunning tonight."

When she mentioned suffering, I remembered the wax job. I did my best to
compliment them, helped by the other three men. When they were satisfied
they'd heard enough, we went into the dining room and had dinner.

In the morning Barry, Sandra, and I went snorkeling not very far away from
the hotel. I was surprised when Sandra showed up in bathing suit that
covered substantially more of her body. When I said so, she told me, "Unlike
the others of mine that you've seen, this suit was made for swimming. It
will not dissolve in the water or, hopefully, shrink, stretch, or dye my
skin unnatural colors while I'm wearing it. It is also the very dickens to
get on and off, so I shouldn't lose it while I'm paddling around the ocean
like an infant. I always dress for the occasion."

I told her she looked very good in it too, but not as good as she looked in
the others.

"I'll take that compliment in the spirit in which it was offered rather than
at face value," she replied.

We came back to the hotel at about the same time we'd eaten lunch on the
other two days and ate again on the patio by the ocean. As we were
finishing, Barry stood up and told us, "I've got to dash upstairs and get
cleaned up. Dad's arranged an interview for me with a friend of his who
might hire me for the summer."

"You might be working here all summer?" I asked, picturing him as one of the
guys cleaning up the pool area.

"Right. But it's at the bank downtown. I've got the name of it written down.
At least I hope I do. And the address. I'll have to take a taxi. I don't
remember seeing it when we were shopping yesterday."

After he left, I told Sandra what I'd expected the job would be.

"No, no," she told me. "Bar's a business major. Dad means for him to get all
the experience he can."

"I thought the two of you might become doctors like your parents."

"Think again. The idea of sticking needles into people or seeing them bleed
makes me nauseous. I plan to be a well-educated housewife when I grow up."

"I think you look pretty grown up already."

She smiled at me. "So, do you have plans for the afternoon?"

"No, not really. Except to get out of the sun and wash this stuff off." I
touched my fingertip to my arm to indicate I was talking about the greasy
sunblock.

"Excellent idea. I was thinking that very thing."

"Then you'll take a nap?"

"I'm not feeling nappy today. Actually, I thought you might keep me
company."

"Sounds great to me!"

"Come along then," she said, beckoning to me with her finger as she stood
up.

I trailed after her like a well-trained puppy.

As we rode up in the elevator, I wondered what would happen next. I was just
about to say I'd go to my room and shower when the doors opened at her floor
and she said, "Don't dawdle now." She made it clear what she mean by hooking
her finger in the waistband of my suit and pulling gently.

I followed her immediately. My dick started to get hard. I was fairly sure I
was about to lose another part of my virginity.

When the door to her room closed behind us, she asked me, "Is this the suit
Bar said you'd pop out of or was it the other one?"

"It was this one."

"Looks like you're not far from doing that now."

It was true. My dick was rigid and visible as it pointed toward my left
hipbone. The head was fighting for freedom against the elastic in the
waistband. If she'd continue to pull on it as she'd been doing when we left
the elevator, my dick would be sticking out of the top. This time it was
only luck keeping it inside because this suit didn't have a drawstring.

"I've decided it's time for me to see that happen," she told me, sliding her
hand under my Tshirt, placing it flat against my belly, and sliding it
upwards until she was holding me by the shoulder. The T gathered above her
wrist as she raised her hand so my belly and most of my chest were bare.
"Lift," she told me. I did and she pushed the T up my arms and over my head,
dropping it on the floor. She placed her other hand directly on my
cloth-encased dick and began to rub gently up and down. Her stroke also
included my balls. She didn't have to wait long. The extra impetus of her
hand was all it took. My dick head popped out.

She took her hand away immediately. "Looks as if Bar was right. That's
funny. You certainly couldn't walk around that way. That is, unless you were
trying to attract a lot of attention because you would, you definitely
would." She turned around. "Unhook my bra, will you?"

I stood there with my dick half in and half out of my suit and unhooked her
bra. It had a strap which tied behind the neck too, but she'd untied it when
we'd come out of the water. As soon as I released the hook, the bra fell to
her feet and she stepped over it. I continued to watch as she shimmied out
of the bottom half of the suit. It was clearly very tight.

She picked up both pieces and turned to look at me. She began to giggle."You
look funny with the head of your dick sticking out like that. And
uncomfortable. Why don't you take your suit off. I'm going to take a shower.
Have you ever washed a woman's hair?"

"No, I never have," I told her as I slid my bathing suit down my legs and
stood up with my dick pointing straight up my belly.

"You're in for a treat then. I'm going to let you wash mine."

"Ok," I told her. "Is there any trick to it or do I just work up a lather
and rub."

"You've grasped the essentials. Let's give it a try."

I followed her into the bathroom.

As she set the water temperature, I stood there looking at her and feeling
foolish. I had no place to put my hands. My natural inclination was to put
them on my dick, but somehow that didn't seem to fit the circumstances.

"Shampoo," she told me, pointing to a bottle on the ledge that ran along one
wall of the shower. "After that, conditioner. It has to be washed out
completely just like the soap."

"Got it," I told her.

She tilted her head back letting the water from the shower flow down her
hair. The position made her breasts even more prominent. Like her brother
she had wavy hair that held a curl. It was dark brown but picked up
highlights of red when the sun shined on it. The water took all the shape
from her hair, turning it into straight mass extending down her back. It
seemed to get even darker once it was wet.

"Ready," she told me, turning her back to me and tilting her head backwards.
"Be careful the lather doesn't run down my face any more than you can help."

"I'll be careful," I told her.

I squirted some shampoo onto my hands, about five times what I would have
used on myself, and began to work it into the hair at the top of her head.
She'd slicked her hand along her hair after she'd stepped out of the water
so it was thoroughly wet but not dripping any longer, so I had no trouble
controlling the lather and keeping it off of her face. I drove my fingers
deep into her hair and massaged her scalp slowly and gently. At the same
time I worked the lather through her hair. As the lather foamed up, I
directed it down the back of her head and worked it into the hair as I went
along. When I reached the end, I told her, "Tilt your head back under the
shower and rinse off the lather."

I saw immediately that the soap had to be worked out of her hair just as I
had worked it in, so I began again at the top and lifted the hair, directing
the water under and through her hair until the last trace of lather was
gone. I took her by the shoulder and pushed her gently out from under the
falling water and ran my hands over her hair to force out the excess water.
I was also surprised to notice my hardon had deflated. What I was doing was
sensual, but it wasn't particularly erotic.

Without either of us saying anything, I reached for the conditioner, poured
out about as much as I had of the shampoo, and began working it into her
hair from the top. When I reached the end, I started to guide her under the
shower.

"Not yet. It works better if it stays on for a few minutes. I'll wash your
hair in the meantime."

I ducked my head under the shower and stood still while she worked up a
lather in my hair and rinsed it out. Being a full half foot shorter than I
was, she had to reach up to do my hair.

"Let's try the conditioner on you too," she said, working it into my hair as
I had hers. "But we won't leave it on yours very long."

And we didn't. She guided me under the shower head after massaging my head
for three or four minutes.

"Now mine," she told me, stepping under the spray.

Again I directed the water over and through her hair, noticing how smooth it
now felt. When I was finished, I ran my hands over it and squeegied out the
excess. She gathered her hair together and twisted it, lifting it to the top
of her head.

Just as I was beginning to wonder what would happen next, she said, "Wash my
back now."

I took the bar of soap and began to wash her back, starting at the neck and
shoulders. I alternated between a gentle massage and a light stroke skimming
across her skin. When I began to move down her back, she said, "That feels
very good."

"Good," I told her, continuing my downward movement.

When I reached the beginning of her butt, I decided there wasn't any point
in stopping. I felt sure she would tell me to continue if I did. And she
could always tell me to stop if it wasn't what she had in mind. She didn't
say anything at all.

The globes of her butt were very smooth and tight with a deep cleft between
them, deeper than her brother's. They were shaped differently from her
brother's too but were tanned to the same color. I washed them with light
curving strokes that were as much caresses as anything else. Her skin was
smooth like her brother's. I thought again of the wax job. When I reached
the top of her legs, I got down on one knee and told her, "Spread your legs
a little." When she did, I ran my lather-covered hand between them. The area
at the front end of her perineum felt strange to me. Where I was used to the
outward curve of balls was the beginning of a depression. When I realized
what I was feeling, my dick hardened and stood up my belly. I didn't linger
there, though, moving down her legs with the same sorts of pressure and
motion as I had used on most of the rest of her body.

When I got to her feet, I reversed course and began to move upwards again,
washing the front of her legs, but still from the back. At the swell of her
hips I washed her sides but avoided her crotch. I stood up then, continuing
upwards over her belly but avoiding her breasts as my hands came up under
her arms and across her collarbone.

At that point I decided it was time. I started down again, lathering and
caressing her breasts. Her nipples were tight and hard when my hands passed
over them, but I only touched them lightly once and then teased them, coming
close but avoiding them each time afterward. I skimmed her belly with a very
light touch and moved inwards from her hipbones to her pussy. I used a very
light touch when I got to it. I thought I knew what I was feeling as I moved
along, visualizing pictures I had seen along with my own memories of what
she had looked like naked two days earlier.  I washed the edges of her lips
and a very little ways inside before I finally drew each index finger up
along the lip and across her clitoris. She drew a sharp breath.

I pushed her gently into the shower spray, running my hands over her body
lightly to make sure all the lather was rinsed off. I ended again at her
pussy, sliding one finger into her slowly as I moved the other hand up her
belly and around her breasts. She sighed, sagged a little in my arms, and
pressed herself back against me. My hard dick pressed into the small of her
back.

I continued caressing her breasts and belly while I slid my finger slowly in
and out of her as the water cascaded over both of us. I could feel her body
moving in reaction to my caresses.

Suddenly she spun in my arms, pulled my head down, and pressed her lips
firmly against mine. A few seconds later I felt her tongue push its way into
my mouth. At the same time I felt her hand on my dick. I forced my hand
between us, pushing a finger into her again as I pulled her tight against me
with one arm and returned the kiss. She wrapped one leg around mine and
clung to me as I continued to slide my finger back and forth against her
clitoris. A minute later she whimpered and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I need it now!" she told me.

She was pulling herself up with her arms as she tried to climb my body. When
I realized what she wanted, I slid my hands under her butt and lifted her.

She let go of me with one arm and reached between us, taking hold of my dick
and pressing the head between the lips of her pussy. She grunted at me and
tried to lower herself. As I let her down, my dick slid straight into her.
Being used to the tightness of assholes, I was surprised at how easily it
went in.

Once I was inside her, she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. She put
her hand back around my neck and began to lift and lower herself as she
pressed her lips tightly against mine and drove her tongue into my mouth.
When I figured out her rhythm, I began to help her by lifting and lowering
her butt. The sensation of my dick being rubbed by the warm wet space inside
her was different from what I'd imagined it would be like. Also when I'd
imagined sex with a girl, I'd always been afraid I'd cum before she did. But
I was having no trouble at all controlling myself because the stimulation of
my dickhead was so light.

After a two or three minutes, I began to have trouble keeping my balance. I
backed against the wall to support myself, but that didn't help, so I rolled
us along the wall until we reached the corner and I could press her back
into it. She let go of me with one hand and grabbed the ledge, partly
supporting her own weight. I lowered her slightly, held her against the wall
while I supported her butt, and began to drive my dick in and out of her.

She began to take shorter, gasping breaths between kisses. Then suddenly she
made a loud gargling sound and pulled me tight against her. I knew she was
cumming so I let myself go. She had barely finished when I began to pump my
load into her. After the first two shots my knees began to give way. We slid
down the wall together as I finished my orgasm inside her.

When my knees touched the floor, I felt her arms and legs wrap around me. I
let go of her and supported myself as I slid sideways, dropping to sit on
the floor. As I lay back supporting myself on my arms and trying to get my
breath, she stayed with me. We ended up with me lying on my back on the
floor of the shower and her straddling my hips. I couldn't tell if my dick
was still inside of her or not.

"That was good. I needed that," she told me.

I was still breathing hard. "Yeah, it was." Then I made a snap decision.
"That was my first time."

She leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms and holding her face a
few inches from mine. "You're joking!"

"No, I'm not. Honest."

"I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me. You certainly seemed like you
knew what you were doing."

"Thanks," I told her. I could feel the grin on my face. I wished I could
tell if my dick was still hard and inside her. I had no idea.

"But now I need another shower to wash off the sunblock you've smeared all
over me. And you need one too. I think this time I'll bathe you."

"If there's any hot water left. We must have had the shower running for over
an hour."

"Time certainly files when you're having fun."

We both laughed.

To be continued
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