Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 12:45:07 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 4-6"  (incest) (adult-youth)

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family (continued)

by Tim Foure
copyright  2000 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.
___________

Chapter 4   Mike

School started again on the Wednesday after New Years. I had spent the
first half of my Christmas vacation with Mom and the second half with
Dad. That Wednesday should have been the day I went back home to Mom's
except I spent Wednesday nights with my dad. When the divorce first
happened, I only had dinner with him on Wednesdays and he had had to take
me home afterwards. But then he and Mom started to get along better, and
she started letting me spend Wednesday nights with my dad too.

My best friend Chris was waiting for me when Dad drove up in front of my
school. Chris stuck his head in the car door to tell Dad hello as I opened
it to get out. We both shoved, trying to move in opposite directions, which
meant neither of us made any headway.  Finally I stopped trying and Chris
practically fell in my lap. He had a grin from ear to ear as he said, "Hi,
Dave."  He had been on a first name basis with my dad since the previous
week. Chris half crawled across me and got so close to my dad I thought he
was going to kiss him.  When my dad had answered him, I gave Chris a push
that made him back out the door and let me get out as well.

"Man, I been dying to talk to you," he told me by way of a greeting as my
dad pulled away.

"Lot of stuff happen while you were away?" I asked as I started to walk
toward the entrance.

Chris's grandparents on his mother's side had been married fifty years
before on New Years Day.  They took the whole family to a ski resort for a
long weekend to help them celebrate their anniversary. The fact that no one
in the family skied was never considered when the trip was planned.

"Are you crazy?" Chris asked. "Nothing happened! All day long I had to hang
around with relatives and at night I was in a room with Stu."

Stu was Chris's older brother. He had been the source of a lot of Chris's
information about sex, some of which was even accurate. But one thing he
had never mentioned to Chris was jerking off. I had taught Chris how to do
that the day after I had discovered it for myself. And never having
mentioned it to Chris, Stu also had never admitted to doing it. This
inhibited Chris in a way nothing else ever had, so he had never told Stu he
did it either.

"So what're you saying, you didn't jerk off for like five days?" I asked.

"Is that a joke or what? I jerked off when I was taking a shower. And I did
it about ten times a day in this bathroom I found near the
restaurant. Almost nobody ever used it during the day. I didn't get to suck
with dad or anything."

"Man, that's rough. Nobody else touching your dick and nobody else's dick
for you to suck for five days." I wasn't being sarcastic. It was rare for
even a day to pass when I was home at Mom's that Chris and I didn't suck
each other off, and of course when I was at Dad's, I had him to play with.

"You know it. There was one time when I guess I coulda done something. This
guy in the next stall figured out I was jerking off and said he'd help me
out. But I was too close. I came before I could even answer him. When I
could think again, I told him he just missed out. I said we could do it
later, but he was leaving that day."

"Did ya get to see his dick at least?"

"I never even saw his face."

"So I guess that means you didn't get to suck him off."

"I never even thought about it. I guess I coulda done it if I'da just been
thinking quicker. You know how slow I get after I cum."

"Yeah, I do."

We were getting close to the door and the crowd of kids waiting to go in.
Soon there wouldn't be enough privacy for us to keep talking, so I blurted
out in a whisper, "I got fucked! Twice!"

Chris stopped walking and stared at me, his mouth hanging open for a second
before he said in a forced whisper, "In the ass? Your dad? You're shitting
me!"

"Shh!" I told him, afraid he had spoken loud enough to be heard, but no one
seemed to notice. I continued in a whisper, "It was awesome!"

"Man, we gotta talk! Did you love it? Think he'd do it to me?"

With the last question, Chris got that dreamy look he always got when he
talked about my dad.  He thought my dad was the handsomest man he had ever
seen, and so did a lot of the rest of the world to judge from the way
salespeople stared at him when he shopped. Until Chris had finally gotten
to suck my dad's dick, he had collected information from me about what it
looked like and plotted continually to get a look at it himself. When the
opportunity came for him to not only look but also touch, he had
hyperventilated and nearly passed out.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't he?"

Before he could answer, we were suddenly surrounded by a group of kids
getting off the school bus.

All morning Chris gave me questioning looks. I knew what he was thinking
about. He didn't want me to say anything because there was no privacy, even
while we were changing classes.  But at lunch we both raced to the
cafeteria to get our food so we could claim the most isolated table. It
wouldn't be very long before even that minimal privacy was lost to kids
looking for a place to sit, but we could usually manage a few minutes to
talk before they got there if we were quick enough to be near the front of
the service line.

We dropped into seats across the table from each other and Chris leaned
forward to whisper, "So tell me."

I whispered all the details to him.

"How bad did it hurt?"

"Not so bad when he was putting it in. Just felt like it was being
stretched mostly. But it was kinda raw feeling the next morning after the
first time. And hot and swollen. I used chapstick on it."

"You're shitting me! Chapstick?"

"Hey, man. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

"I want to try it. I mean the fucking."

"I knew what you meant."

He got that dreamy look. "Imagine having that dick inside you."

We ate in silence for a minute or two. Two girls sat down at the other end
of the table as far from us as they could get. They clearly had their own
secrets to share.

"Anybody home at your house this afternoon?" he asked when he stopped
staring off into space.

"Dunno. I won't be, that's for sure."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot it was Wednesday."

"Maybe your dad'll come in your room tonight and make up for lost time," I
said in a low whisper.

"I sure hope so." His voice dropped almost to the inaudible level. "I'm
dying to taste a dick!"  Then in a normal voice, "How about tomorrow
afternoon?"

"Can't. Mom's letting me stay at my dad's since I'd just be home for the
one night."

"I forgot that too." He looked thoroughly miserable. "She still seeing
Charlie?"

"Yeah, guess so. He invited her to a bunch of parties and stuff over
Christmas and New Years.  Even called her at Grandfather's one time to ask
her." Charlie was this guy her father had pushed onto her after he figured
she had been divorced from Dad long enough.

"Bet he's porking her. That's probably why she let you stay with your dad.
Easier for them to do it if you aren't there."

"No way, man!" My dad had told me my mom didn't seem to enjoy sex very much
except on a few rare occasions, so it seemed unlikely to me she would be
having sex with Charlie.

"Nobody ever thinks their Mom and Dad do it. But yours did or you wouldn't
be sitting there."

"Charlie's not my dad."

"Same difference. He's got a dick."

"My mom hardly knows him. That was like their first date the night you were
there when he came to pick her up."

"He could be a fast worker. Besides, she wouldn't tell you if they were
doing it. Can you just hear her saying, 'Mike, would you mind staying over
with your dad on Thursday so Charlie can slip me the salami?'"

"Get real. Charlie is NOT fucking my mom."

Chris held out for a minute before he got a resigned look on his face. "I
guess you're right. Why would she let him fuck her when she could still be
getting it from your dad?  Women don't like sex anyhow. You gotta trick 'em
into it." This last was part of The Truth as told to Chris by his brother
Stu.

"Listen, I gotta jerk off before old lady Moseley's class. I can't sit
there with a hardon. She'll smell it on me or something."

So I played lookout while he jerked off in the bathroom. But it didn't do
him any good as far as Mrs. Moseley was concerned. She always suspected
Chris of evil actions, as she told him many times. The more innocent and
unconcerned he looked, the more likely she was to believe the worst. He
looked particularly innocent as he walked past her in the doorway.  By the
end of her class he was practically cringing in his chair.


Chapter 5 Charlie

I had known Linda very slightly for perhaps two years before I first asked
her out. I had met her at some occasion or other which my dad dragged me to
so I could help him work the crowd. He liked to introduce me as "The
Doctor". He usually said, "Have you met my son, The Doctor?"  But since he
didn't have the accent, most people never took it as a joke. I didn't
really know what response he was looking for when he said it to people. I'm
willing to bet Dad didn't either. He probably just meant for others to
understand how proud he was of me, something he let me know regularly when
we were alone.

I would guess Linda and I were together long enough that first time to
exchange names and make a little small talk before my dad pulled me away to
meet someone else.  I have to admit, I don't remember. Our other meetings
at such occasions were almost always the same, brief and formal.  Usually
she was alone when I ran into her in the crowd and we exchanged some polite
noise before my dad came for me. But once we actually managed to talk for
nearly half an hour. As it happened, her husband Dave was with her at the
time. He was spectacularly good looking with black hair and deep blue eyes,
so I expected him to be conceited too, as so many really striking people
often are. By the time my dad found me, I had discovered that not only was
he not conceited, but he seemed to be totally unaware of just how good
looking he was. I remember thinking as I walked away that she was a lucky
woman to have a husband who was so handsome he would make most women
instantly wet but who seemed like a nice guy as well.

It was Dave that I first thought of when my dad asked me, "How do you feel
about taking out William Atkinson's daughter Linda?"

Old man Atkinson was something of a stuffed shirt. And calling him that was
being kind because he was really a horse's ass. My dad had known him since
they were kids. He insisted that everyone call him "William", never "Bill".

"Don't you think her husband might mind?" I replied.

"They're divorced."

"Sorry to hear that. Didn't know 'em very well, but they seemed like nice
people."

"Well, William asked me to encourage you to start seeing her."

About three months before Dad and I had this conversation, my fiancee had
decided to end our relationship. I had seen this woman steadily while I was
a medical student, at least as steadily as a med student can see anyone. We
had gotten engaged the year I opened my practice. She gave up her job to
become my nurse. Then one day she gave me two weeks notice that she was
leaving to take another job. She also handed me my ring as she added that
she had fallen in love with someone else and was moving from our apartment
to his that same night. The funny thing was, although I would have been
happy to have married her, I decided I was also just as happy to see her
go. This reaction on my part aggravated her considerably.

"I knew you never really loved me," she said as she as she left to live
with the man she had been cheating on me with for nearly a year.

It was that same day that I got my first invitation to dinner. It came from
a patient who just happened to have an unmarried daughter. It seemed she
had managed to overhear my conversation with my ex-fiancee. The news that I
was now available spread by bush telegraph with amazing speed among mothers
who had marriageable daughters as well as unmarried women who were out to
bag a husband on their own. I don't suppose I ate dinner alone after that
except by choice. I realized that being a doctor made me a prime catch for
all of these women, and that most of them would have married me without
even liking me very much.

Women literally threw themselves at me. And I have to admit, I took
advantage of the situation.  It wasn't something I had ever had happen
before since I hadn't been an athlete in school and wasn't better than
average looking. But now I was suddenly very attractive to women and no
doubt would have been even if I had had only one eye in the middle of my
forehead.

I could have gone without paying for a dinner indefinitely. Nevertheless, I
tried to be fair. There was the occasional unmarried daughter that I could
not imagine spending a second evening with because she seemed to have
nothing of her own to offer, but generally I invited all of these women to
at least one return dinner on my tab. In some cases this raised false
hopes, but I never led anyone to expect more than I was willing to
deliver. I knew when I had sex with these women that they saw it as just
one more form of audition for marriage. But the down side of auditions has
always been that most of the people who try out don't get the part.

When I first asked Linda out, it was because my dad asked me to do it. Old
man Atkinson had apparently decided I was just the man for his daughter,
and my dad told me he was getting calls on a daily basis asking when I
would call her. I finally did it just to get him off my dad's back. It was
something of a novelty to be the one making the initial call, so I was
nervous about it when I phoned and even more nervous when I went to pick
her up for our date.

I knew she had a son, but considering she was only thirty-one, I expected
him to be a good deal younger than the teenager who greeted me at the
door. I assumed this was the baby sitter. I thought it was interesting and
a little bit out of the ordinary but nonetheless appropriate that she would
choose a male rather than a female to baby sit for a boy. The young man
introduced himself as Mike, which I knew was Linda's son's name as well,
and offered to take my coat. But it didn't dawn on me that this Mike was
THE Mike until he told me his mother wouldn't be long coming down. I was
nervous already, and the revelation of his identity didn't help matters.

I followed him into the living room and sat in the chair nearest the
door. I wondered what I would say to him, having come prepared to talk to a
child and finding myself faced with a young adult instead. Two young
adults, in fact, because there was another teenager there that Mike had
introduced as his friend Chris.

"Mom tells me you're a doctor," Mike said.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

This was followed by a silence which probably lasted for half a minute or
so but which seemed interminable. I frantically searched for something to
say, a task made harder by my suddenly noticing the way Chris was looking
at me. I was sure he was glaring rather than just looking. I was wondering
what I could have done to rate such a look from someone I had just met when
Mike rescued me from my thoughts by taking charge of the conversation
again.

"Cold out, huh?" he asked.

"Yes, it is. Quite cold."

"They say it's going to be a really cold winter."

"I've heard that too," I replied, annoyed with myself that I couldn't do
more to move the conversation along.

"Do you think we'll get a lot of snow?"

"Hard to say. But one thing's for sure, we'll never get it when they
predict it. It's only when they say 'snow flurries' that you have to watch
out." I was pleased that I'd thought of an answer than went beyond a simple
yes and no.

As I finished speaking, I saw Linda coming down the stairs. I stood up and
walked toward her.  When she reached the bottom, she held out her hand. I
took it as she said, "Hello, Charlie. It's nice to see you again. Have you
met Mike and Chris?"

"Yes, I have. Mike introduced us. You look lovely."

She smiled and almost seemed to blush slightly. "Thank you," she said.

I took her coat as she pulled it from a hanger in the closet beside the
front door and held it as she slid her arms into it.

"Hope you both have a really good time," Mike said.

"I'm sure we will," Linda told him. "Are you sure you're going to be ok
here by yourselves?"

"Yeah, definitely," Mike said.

"No problem, honest," Chris added. His entire expression changed when his
look moved from Linda to me. I had no doubt that he didn't like me for some
reason.

As I opened the door for Linda, Mike came over to us and shook my hand. He
put his other hand on my shoulder and said, "Don't you keep her out too
late now, Charlie."

"I won't. Don't worry," I replied as if I was talking to her father. I felt
like an idiot.

Linda gave him a look that was half a smile and half a frown. He smiled a
very innocent smile in return as he closed the door behind us.

"Your son is older than I expected him to be," I told her after we were in
the car, "and mature for his age too."

"I think he was playing a little game with us."

"Well, to be frank, I was nervous when I got to your house. I had the
feeling he knew it and was working to make me feel more comfortable."

"He might have been. He's reached the age where he thinks about other
people's reactions to what he says. At least he does some of the time when
he's not busy being a hateful teenager. I don't mean to make him out as a
saint or anything like that, but he's a pretty good kid. I've been lucky
with him. Why were you nervous?"

Going for the easy answer, I said, "I didn't know how he'd feel about
another man taking you out.  Often children have a problem with that after
a divorce, especially boys."

"His father talked with him about that to make sure there wouldn't be any
problems over it. Mike seems to be accepting it."

"Your ex talked to him about your dating other men?" I know my amazement
was obvious from the tone of my voice.

"Yes, he did. I asked him to. Dave and I are still friends even though
we're not married any longer. Maybe better friends than we have been for
years. And we both want what's best for Mike."

"Any chance the two of you'll get back together?"

"No, that won't happen. Our marriage is definitely over."

"That's a relief. It'd be a hard road if I had to compete against him."
Until I said it, I hadn't realized I was interested in competing for Linda.

"Why do you think that?" she asked.

"Well, my looks don't half measure up to his. And I don't know if I could
be as generous in what I told my son about my ex wife seeing other men."

"I think you look just fine," she told me with a smile.

I took her answer to mean she was interested in me as well.

The evening passed so quickly that I was surprised to find we were the last
people in the restaurant when Linda told me, "I think they're waiting for
us to leave so they can close up."

As we drove up to her house, I asked, "Will Mike be waiting up to see if I
kept you out too late?"

"No, I think he had his little joke and then forgot about us as soon as we
left."

At the door I found myself telling her, "I'd like to see you again."

"I'd like that too. I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you." She leaned
toward me and kissed me briefly on the lips.

"I'll call you," I said as she opened the door.

"I'll look forward to it. Good night." And she closed the door.

I replayed the evening in my mind as I drove home. I realized immediately
Linda was something special, someone quite different from the dozens of
other women I had dated since the departure of my former fiancee. I
wondered as I fell asleep if I could possibly get out of all of the dinners
I was scheduled to eat over the next few weeks. By morning I had worked it
all out in my head. I made the necessary calls between patients. At the end
of the day, I realized I was going to be eating alone. It was a refreshing
change from my nightly round of anxious would-be wives.

Lots of opportunities for me to invite Linda out seemed to have come up
suddenly after that. Or perhaps I had simply ignored the invitations when I
had received them only to give them a second thought at this point as a
means of seeing her. Whichever it was, Linda accepted every invitation I
offered, so she and I saw each other frequently during the Christmas
holidays.


Chapter 6 Dave

I didn't think about Bob any more until after I took Mike back to his
mother's on Sunday night, but he kept popping into my mind during the day
on Monday. I was surprised to realize I was nervous about seeing him at the
gym that night. At first I thought it was because of what he might say in
front of Larry. It wasn't particularly that I was trying to keep anything
from Larry. I couldn't imagine he would be jealous. We had been friends
since we were teenagers and had fairly recently become suck buddies as
well. We had never had an exclusive or a romantic relationship. But Larry
wouldn't necessarily want the nature of our friendship shared outside the
group of four of us who already knew about it, and I had made a comment to
Bob that might have led him to figure it out.

Later in the day it began to occur to me that Bob's interest in our meeting
might have disappeared over the course of the week since I had last seen
him. I had met him the night I had joined the gym when he set up my first
exercise routine, but over that time we had hardly spoken about anything
else until the week before when he took me up on my invitation to steam and
soak with me and Mike. At the time he seemed as interested as I was in our
meeting away from the gym, and we had shared a good deal of information
about ourselves over dinner. But it was still a one night stand that had
been put on hold, and I was nervous that perhaps he had gotten tired of
waiting in the meantime.

I found out I didn't have to worry about what Bob would say when Larry and
I got to the gym.  As usual Bob was the one to sign us in, something he
managed to do every time I went. He treated us both in the friendly but
distant manner he had in common with the other trainers. It satisfied one
of my worries but made the other worse.

Larry and I had routines that called for us to use many of the same
machines. Because the place was crowded at night, we tried to follow each
other on the machines that our routines had in common. That way we could
finish more or less together, which got us back to my apartment with plenty
of time to get our mouths around each other's dicks before he had to go
home.

I had finished with one machine, letting Larry take my place, and moved to
another some distance away when Bob came up to me. I was surprised because
I had just about convinced myself he had lost interest and the meeting was
off.

"Hi," he said, squatting down beside me and giving my shoulder a squeeze.

"Hello," I told him with a grunt. I was doing ab crunches.

"I've been waiting for a chance to speak to you alone."

I thought of the guys on machines on both sides of us, but decided they
were involved in their own exercises and unlikely to pay any attention to
us. "I guess we're as alone as we're gonna be," I forced out in a strained
voice.

"I'm still looking forward to tomorrow night."

"Me too," I grunted.

"I got your number from your membership form. Ok to call you when I get
off?"

"What time?" I asked, huffing. I had added another weight to the stack for
the first time that night and I was beginning to wonder if it had been a
mistake.

"Right at ten before I leave here or about a quarter to eleven when I get
home."

"Quarter to eleven," I groaned. Larry would definitely be gone by then.

"Great! That'll give us a chance to talk more than if I call from here." He
squeezed my shoulder again, stood up, and left.

As it turned out, Larry was gone by ten o'clock. He usually was, but once
in a while he stayed later, and I hadn't wanted to take the chance he would
still be there. We had eaten the dinner we brought back with us and then
had a long slow suck, taking turns, switching back and forth, and making it
last. As we had gotten to know each other's bodies, we had become good at
sensing just how far was far enough before anything more would push the
other into an orgasm. It was a far cry from the jerking off we had done
together when we were teenagers. As a result, when the orgasm finally
occurred, it was exhausting. I usually went to sleep shortly after Larry
left. I had to fight to stay awake. I may even have been nodding off when
the phone rang.

Bob responded to my "hello" with, "This has sure been a long week, Dave.
I've been thinking about you."

"Me too." It seemed like the thing to say, even if my thinking had been
limited to that day.

"We still on for tomorrow night?"

"Sure thing. How about meeting for dinner?"

"Good idea. Where?"

I named several restaurants. He picked one, saying it was near his
apartment, and mentioned a time which suited me.

"So what're you up to right now?" he asked.

"Just about ready for bed. You?"

"Relaxing for the first time since noon. It feels great to be out of my
work clothes."

"I'm surprised. The stuff you guys wear looks pretty comfortable." All of
the trainers wore T- shirts with the gym's logo on the left breast,
slightly fitted gym shorts that also had the logo, ankle high socks, and
athletic shoes.

"There's not a jock in the world that's comfortable for twelve hours. Or if
there is, I haven't been able to find it."

"Do you have to wear one?"

"Yep. Part of the uniform. Protection against boners, I think," he said
with a chuckle.

"A jock's never kept me from springing a hardon."

"Me neither. But it'll keep it from showing."

"There's that. You have a lot of problems with that?"

"I never think of a hardon as a problem. Just an opportunity."

It was my turn to laugh. "Well, I can think of two opportunities I hope'll
come up tomorrow night."

"I'm having an opportunity right now. It started to come up when you
answered the phone."

"You sure it didn't happen just because you pulled off your jock?"

"I'm pretty sure. It didn't happen when I pulled it off last night."

"That's too bad. Maybe you pulled it off the wrong way last night."

There was a short pause. "You know, I might have at that. Maybe you could
give me some pointers. I wouldn't want to pull it off the wrong way
tonight."

"Dunno if I can help you out. I'm right handed and you're left. I'd guess
we pull it off in different ways."

"Changing hands might be kind of interesting."

"I've never gotten very good results pulling it off with my left hand."

"Well, I grew up in a right-handed world, so I'm a switch hitter. I can
control a bat with either hand."

"That's a good skill to have. Is your control just as good with either
hand?"

"Depends on how many times I've played with the bat before. Some of 'em,
you have to choke up on 'em."

"What if the bat's one you haven't had your hands on before. Or just one
hand?"

"Never been a problem up to now. But you've got that convertible top on
yours. Hard to tell how that's gonna react to my usual grip. I don't have
much experience with controlling that kind of bat."

"The basic controls are manual, so it's pretty easy to figure out how to
swing it. But I gotta tell you, it's a lot easier to learn hands on than it
is to have somebody tell you about it. And the trick is not to choke up on
it too much."

"That's the way I learn best, hands-on. I'm pretty careful not to choke up
on one I have had hold of before. And I learn even quicker when I get a lot
of feedback."

"I think I can promise you plenty of feedback. About as much as you can
take in at one sitting."

"Sometimes I have to get right down on a thing I'm trying to learn. Kinda
look it right in the eye."

"When you get real close to a thing like that, the feedback can go
someplace where you weren't expecting it."

"I can't believe this conversation, Dave. This is the hottest phone call I
ever had! I'm about three strokes short of shooting all over myself."

I wasn't close to cumming, but I had gotten hard again while we talked.
"It's a first for me too."

"I got to get off here and take care of this right away. I'm leaking so bad
it's dripping on the floor!"

"Good night, then. See you tomorrow."

"I can't wait!"

Bob was already at the restaurant when I got there the next night. He stood
up when I came to the table.

"Hi!" he said, putting out an arm as if he meant to hug me. He seemed to
realize what he was doing, tried to turn it into a handshake until he saw
it was his left hand, and ended up just waving it in the air as if he was
gesturing me to a chair. By then he had gotten it together enough to add,
"Have a seat."

"Thanks," I told him as I sat in the chair at a right angle to his. I had
planned to sit across from him but decided at the last minute I wanted to
be closer.

"How are you?" he asked. I felt his knee press against mine under the
table.

"Doing fine. How about you?" I asked, pressing back.

"Great! You know, it's really great to see you. I've been looking forward
to tonight so much."

"So have I." He seemed so genuinely pleased to see me that I felt bad about
ever having doubted he would still want to meet.

"I couldn't believe that phone call last night! It was like a whole new
experience. I heard about . .  ."

He trailed off as the waiter appeared suddenly to tell us his name, give us
menus, and ask about drinks.

"Whatever's on tap for me. How about you, Bob?"

"Same for me."

While we watched the waiter walk away, Bob leaned toward me and continued
in lower voice, "I've heard about phone sex, but I never thought that was
what people were talking about. I thought it was just jerking off and
listening to the other guy grunt when he came. You were so quick! It was
almost like you were there with me."

"You were just as quick. Don't give me all the credit. And if I had been
there with you, I wouldn't have left you with a dripping opportunity."

He laughed. "I'm glad to hear that. I've got an opportunity right now I
hope we're gonna be able to do something about."

"Actually, I've got an opportunity of my own that's looking for some
attention."

The waiter returned with our beers and wanted us to order. I grabbed up a
menu and began to look at the choices. Bob did the same. I had eaten there
often enough that it didn't take me long to decide on what I wanted. Bob
made it simple by ordering the same thing.

When the waiter left, I told Bob, "Maybe we ought to change the subject. I
can hardly sit still as it is. If it gets any worse, we'll have to get them
to pack the food up to go."

"Yeah, you're right. And you know we'll never get to that food if we do."

I did know it. "So tell me some more about your family."

He began to talk, becoming much more personal than he had the last time we
had had dinner. For some reason, I really enjoyed listening to him. When it
was my turn, I did the same, deciding to open up to him as much as he had
to me. We continued talking about ourselves as we ate. Two hours later he
was opening the door to his apartment.

"Don't expect too much," he told me. "I'm not much of a housekeeper."

When someone says that, either it's true or the place will be spotless. Bob
fell into the second group. I would have known immediately he was
divorced. There was very little furniture, and what he had was either very
old or brand new.

"I'm still buying furniture," he told me with an embarrassed look.

"Looks exactly like my place. I think it's part of divorce law that the
husband's not allowed to take anything from his former home that's still
good enough to donate to Goodwill."

He chuckled. "Ain't that the truth! Want a beer or something?" He was
fidgeting, clearly nervous. "We could watch tv a while. Or . . ."

I grabbed him by the arm, spinning him toward me, wrapped my arms around
him, and kissed him. He went rigid at first, then limp. Finally he wrapped
his arms around me and kissed me back.

When we broke, he sighed and told me, "I've wanted to do that since we came
in the door."

"Why didn't you?"

"Nervous. Chicken. Afraid you wouldn't like it."

"I like it. Don't be nervous. I'm not gonna bite you."

He chuckled. "I sure hope not!"

I laughed too. This time he kissed me. I opened my lips slightly and
touched his with the tip of my tongue. His tongue met mine after a small
hesitation. The kiss lasted a long time. While it was underway, I worked my
hand under his shirt and began to rub the bare skin of his back. He tried
to do the same to me but couldn't get my shirt out of my pants. He settled
for rubbing my back on top of my shirt with both hands.

When the kiss ended, he said, "I guess you can tell I've never done this
before."

That was a surprise. He seemed too knowledgeable not to have had sex with a
man before. "What do you mean?"

"I mean like this. I've never done that with a guy before. You're the first
guy I've ever really gone out for dinner with. I don't mean just eating
with a guy. I mean the two of us just meeting for no other reason than to
enjoy a meal together. I never did that before.  You're first one I ever
invited to come here too." He seemed very earnest.

I tried to lighten it up. "Well, I gotta tell you, I'm not the kind of guy
that puts out on the first date."

He looked confused for a second, then a little crestfallen. With an effort
at a smile, he said, "Hey, that's ok. This wasn't really a date or anything
like that. I mean, I wasn't really expecting it. You know, that we would
have to do anything."

"That was a joke. I was just trying to get you to relax. Let's try the
kissing thing again. That seemed like it worked ok."

He was on me in a second with his tongue in my mouth and his arms around
me.  I could feel his hardon pressing against mine. He tried again to get
my shirt loose from my pants, this time with more success. His hand felt
hot on my skin. I pulled back from him just far enough to get my hands
between us but without breaking the kiss. He continued to hold me as I
unbuttoned his shirt. I continued downward, opening his belt and
unfastening his pants. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and put my hands
under it, running them up his belly and chest.  His nipples had contracted
to points and were so hard they must have hurt. I rubbed them gently with
the balls of my thumbs. He moaned into my mouth.

When he tried to unbutton my shirt, he found it was a pullover. I felt
sorry for him as he felt down my chest for the other buttons after
unbuttoning the three at the neck.  He was trying so hard.

I pulled back from him and told him, "Help me pull it over my head." I held
out my arms to make it clear I meant for him to take it off of me. He
managed it well, getting my undershirt at the same time. But then he looked
around for somewhere to put it. "Drop it on the floor," I told him as I
pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms, moving in for a
kiss at the same time. Of course the cuffs caught on his wrists and I had
to push them over his hands.

When his hands were free, they went immediately to my chest, rubbing a
little roughly at first but soon settling into a caressing motion. Within a
few minutes he had my nipples standing up and begging for more.

When we broke that kiss, he laid his head on my shoulder, but there was
still a tentative quality to it.

I said, "Can I ask you something? I don't want you to get embarrassed or
anything."

He pulled his head back and looked me in the face. "Sure, what?" I could
see he didn't expect this to be good.

"You've had sex with guys before, right?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Lots of times."

"What did you do?"

"Well, you know, we just jerked each other off. Sometimes we sucked." He
looked slightly sideways as he told me, as if he was a little embarrassed
to put into words something he had no trouble at all doing.

"Ever kiss a guy before? Play with his nipples? Nibble his earlobe? Do
anything like that?"

"No. Never."

I couldn't think of what to say next. He obviously liked what we had done
so far, but it wasn't what he had been expecting. Before I could think of
how to ask the next question, he spoke again.

"Listen, I never knew guys did stuff like that to each other. You know,
stuff like a guy does to a girl to get her hot. Nobody ever touched my
nipples before. My ex, she didn't like sex all that much. She just lay
there and let me do stuff until she got wet. Then it was ok to fuck her but
she wanted me to hurry up and cum and get it over with. And the guys I've
had sex with, well they were pretty much the same way. I don't mean they
didn't like it because you could sure tell they did. But they were always
in a hurry to get it over with too. Only difference between most of them
and my ex was they were the ones who wanted to cum and get it over with. I
just never even thought about us doing stuff like that."

"But you did like it when I did it to you?"

"Oh, yeah!" The look on his face was so earnest I had to fight the urge to
laugh. "I just didn't know." Then there was another look to the side that
made me think he had more to say but he wasn't sure he wanted to say it. I
could see him reach a decision. "You always smiled at me and talked to me
like I was another human being at the gym. Not too many people do that. I
really thought it would be great to get to know you. Then it turned out you
liked sex with guys besides.  It was too good to be true! When you said you
didn't do it on the first date, well, that wasn't the best news I ever got,
but it would've been ok. I wasn't kidding when I told you that. I really
want to get to know you."

"I feel like that too. I mean I want to get to know you too. Now we've got
the opportunity to do it." I pushed forward, pressing my hard dick against
him.  "In fact, feels like we got two opportunities here."

He laughed, kissing me. It was a little too eager, like a kid with a new
toy. But that's what he was, and the toy was me.

"There's lots of stuff we can do to each other besides going straight for
the dick. Stuff I hope you'll like. That ok with you?" I asked when the
kiss ended.

"Sure is!"

All this while we had held on to each other, separating only to arm's
length to take off each other's shirts. I leaned against him, hugging him
to me and whispered in his ear, "Are you wearing tie shoes?"

He pulled back and looked at me from about 6 inches away. "Huh?"

"Can you just step out of your shoes or do you have to untie them?"

"I can step out of them."

"Me too. Go ahead and do it."

I stepped out of mine and felt him do the same as I caressed his back with
one hand and unzipped his pants with the other. They dropped immediately to
the floor. I moved my hand down his back under the waistband of his shorts
and ran it lightly over the smooth warm skin of one cheek, cupping it as my
hand went under its curve.

"Boxers, huh?" I whispered into his ear.

"Far as you can get from a jock," he whispered back.

I moved my mouth from his to his neck just below his ear. I kissed and
licked my way down the muscle to his shoulder while I continued to caress
his butt lightly. I rubbed one of his nipples lightly with the other
hand. I could feel the cheeks clench under my hand as he drew a long
hissing breath.

"Ok?" I asked, moving my mouth to the top of his chest.

"Oh, yeah! What you just did to me, to my neck? I bet I did it to a dozen
girls. I always wondered how that would feel if somebody did it too me."

"How did it feel?" I asked as I licked his chest above his nipple.

"So good! Can I take off your pants?"

"You don't have to ask," I told him as my mouth came to his nipple.

I played with it with my tongue, feeling his hands shake in reaction as he
tried to unfasten my pants and slide the zipper down. It took him a while
to coordinate his hands but he finally got it done. He had to push my pants
over my hips before they slid down my legs. I felt his hand go inside my
boxers to rub my butt. He was a little rough at first there too, grabbing
and squeezing, but after a minute he got it under control.

When he pulled our crotches together after getting my pants out of the way,
our dicks rubbed each other through the cloth of our boxers. I slid my
other hand into his boxers too and grasped both cheeks of his butt, rubbing
them with my fingers. I felt his muscles contract, pulling his cheeks
together tightly as my fingers got near his asshole. It was a clear message
that he didn't want to be touched there, so I went back up to safe
territory. I moved my mouth to his other nipple, licking it and taking it
lightly between my teeth.

"I never felt anything like this," he told me as he grasped my butt with
both his hands, rubbing and kneading it but doing it gently.

Lifting my head and giving him a quick, deep kiss, I told him, "We're just
getting started."

"That's so funny. I swear this is already better than any sex I ever had.
Can I do stuff like this to you?"

"Are your arms tied or something?"

"No, guess not," he said sheepishly. "I got to get over a lot of ideas that
are just plain wrong."

"You have a bed?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure do!" He gave me a huge smile.

"Think we could leave all this stuff here and go get on it?"

"It's right around there," told me, pointing around the corner from where
we were standing.

We stepped out of our pants, leaving them and our shirts and shoes on the
floor right inside the door. I looked at the tented front of his
boxers. The material seemed to be soaked through.

"You didn't cum already, did you?"

"No, I just leak a lot. That was something else my ex hated. Is it ok?"

"What could you do about it if it wasn't?"

"Gee, nothing." He looked as if he had failed some test.

"Then it's ok. I'm leaking too, but not as much as you." I gestured to the
tent in my boxers.  There was a wet circle at the peak of the tent. "You
know, you're worrying for nothing. Take it easy. Try to get comfortable
here. If I start to do something you don't like, then tell me. And if you
decide you want to do something to me, go ahead and do it. If I don't like
it, I'll tell you. But it doesn't have to turn into a disaster either
way. Ok?"

We got to the bed while we were talking. It looked like an advertisement
for bed linen. The sheet was turned down over the blanket, and the pillows
were perfectly positioned.  I was willing to bet there wasn't a wrinkle
anywhere.

I kissed him and felt his arms go around me.

"Time to get rid of these," I told him as I took hold of the waistband of
his boxers and pulled them down to his feet, holding them so he could step
out of them. "Socks too?" I asked.

"Yeah. Doing it with only my socks on always reminded me of the guys in
porno movies I used to see when I was in college."

I pulled them off as he put his hand on my head to steady himself. A large
drop of precum fell from his dick onto my shoulder and ran down to my
collarbone.

"My ex hated it when I dripped on her," he said with an embarrassed look.
"I'm sorry."

"I think it's a compliment. Tells me I'm making you hot. And it makes me
hot when that happens. Drip all you want," I told him as I stood up.

He kissed me again, his wet dick pressing against mine through my boxers.

When we broke, I asked him, "Want me to keep mine on?"

"No, sorry!" he told me as he grasped them by the waistband.

Before he could move, I grabbed his arm and held him still. "Listen, you
tell me you're sorry one more time and I go home. Got that?"

"Yeah," he told me with a smile.

He pulled down my shorts and let me step out of them. He took off my socks
as well. As he straightened to get up, he found my dick directly in front
of his face. He paused for a few seconds and then started to open his mouth
as if to say something.

"If you want to do something, then do it. Don't ask me. If I don't like it,
I'll tell you."

He seemed to nod. He took my dick in his hand, pulled it down so it was
pointed straight at his face, and took the end into his mouth. I felt his
tongue move around the head, which was still inside the foreskin. More of
my dick went into his mouth. I could feel his tongue working on the
underside. I felt the head touch the beginning of his throat and then go
into it. He seemed to be trying to take it all. I let him play for a minute
longer and then pulled on his shoulder, making it clear I wanted him to get
up. When he did, I kissed him deeply.

I sat on the bed, bringing up my feet so I could lie down. I was still
holding his hand, so I pulled it. He went to his knees on the bed, falling
forward so he needed the support of his arms to keep from dropping onto
me. Last of all he twisted to his side and ended up right against me. His
dick lay on my thigh making the beginnings of a wet spot.

I decided to lie there passively since that was what he had been used to
with his ex. I thought the familiarity of it might kick him into action,
and I quickly found I was right. He kissed me on the mouth, moving then to
kiss and lick my ears and both sides of my neck. He tried to cup one of my
pecs until he realized it wasn't a breast and wouldn't react as he
expected. But he wasn't put off. He went straight for the nipple with his
tongue. He licked and sucked it until it was nearly sore from the friction
before he went to the other and repeated the same thing. All the while he
was rubbing the outside of my leg and cupping my hip with one hand or the
other.

When he finished with my nipples, he rubbed his cheek in the hair of my
chest and sighed.  Continuing to rub, he moved his cheek down the center of
my chest to my belly. He began to kiss me there, sucking on the skin so
hard I was afraid I'd have marks there in the morning. His hand found my
dick a short time later, stroking it slowly. He seemed to catch on that the
loose skin allowed him to make longer and firmer strokes. Last of all he
took my dick in his mouth, pulled the skin off of the head, and began to
suck and lick it.

I let him work for a little while before I asked him to turn the other way
so I could reach him too.  He did as soon as I asked, but we had to move
down the bed to accommodate his legs. I hardly had his dick in my mouth
before he told me he was about to cum. I told him that was ok, but I didn't
want him to cum quite yet. I held off his orgasm my transferring my
attention and my mouth to his balls. It turned out to be something else he
had never had done to him before. He tried to copy what I was doing to him
on my balls.

But my dick was the main attraction. He went back to it after a minute or
two licking my balls. I continued with what I was doing. When I felt the
stirrings deep behind my balls, I went back to sucking his dick. I barely
had it in my mouth before he came. I kept my lips firmly closed around the
shaft of his dick and was careful not to touch the head in case he was so
sensitive it became painful to have it touched during his orgasm. I could
feel it as he fought the natural inclination to buck and force his dick
into me as he came. He held his mouth still all the while, keeping my dick
warmly within it.

When he was finished, he began to suck my dick frantically as if he had
somehow done something wrong by cumming before I did. I wanted to stop him
and tell him he could go slowly, but I decided it would be better not to
add any more to what had to be a lot for him to adjust to at one time. When
I came, he held my dick with his lips as I had done.

After I was finished, I pulled him around so we were facing each other and
kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. His own followed mine
back. When we finished, I put my arm under his head and pulled it onto my
shoulder. He lay his arm across my chest.

"That was so great!" He told me.

"It sure was," I told him, thinking it was a good start but there was a
long way to go before it would be great. I also realized I really wanted to
be with him all through that journey.

We lay in companionable silence for a while before he said to me. "I'm so
glad we got together tonight."

That I could answer with complete honesty. "No more glad than I am."

"You know, I didn't think you'd come. I was sure it wouldn't happen."

"Why not?" I asked, knowing full well I had felt the same way.

"Well, for one thing, look at you. People stare at you when you're just
walking across the room."

"Drop it!"

"But it's the truth! You're so good looking."

"If you think so, that's great. I like the way you look too. But I don't
want to hear any more about it. The truth is, I didn't think it would ever
happen either. I thought you were just giving me the brush off that one
time. Then I figured you sure wouldn't want to wait a week for a one night
stand."

He was quiet for a while. "I don't want this to be a one night stand."

"Neither do I. I think I could really get to like you."

He looked up at me with a smile on his face. "I think I could too. You want
to stay tonight?"

"I don't think I'll be able to do it again anytime soon."

"That's not what I was asking. I was thinking how much I'd like to sleep
beside you all night and wake up with you here in the morning." He lay his
cheek on my chest.

"We'll have to get up early. I'd have to run home and change before I go to
work."

"Yeah, you probably couldn't wear one of my gym uniforms, could you?" I
could feel him smile against my chest.

"It would sure open a few eyes," I told him as he cuddled more tightly
against me.

It was just getting light when I woke up. It took me a few seconds to
remember where I was. I also realized my dick was being sucked. I raised up
on my elbows to look down at my crotch.

When I moved, Bob raised his mouth from my dick. "Good morning!" he told
me.

"Same to you."

"Is this ok?" I could see his face just clearly enough in the dim light to
know he was worried I might not like it.

"No, it's not. You stopped."

That got me a big smile and his hot, wet mouth back on my dick. I lowered
my head onto the pillow and concentrated on what he was doing to me. This
time he hadn't pulled the foreskin off the head and seemed to be trying to
play with it with his tongue. I decided not to offer any advice, leaving
him to do whatever he figured out for himself. He also didn't seem to be
going straight for the big prize. I wondered if it was because he was
trying to make it last or because this was really his first chance to play
with a dick whose owner wasn't in a rush to cum.  Whichever it was, I was
enjoying everything he was doing.

By the time he had me close to cumming, the sun was rising in the window
behind him and he should have been about as familiar with my dick as he was
ever going to get.  I thought I should let him know what was about to
happen.

"Already?" was his response.

"'Fraid so. But I can hold off if you let me play with yours for a while."

"Hey, all you got to do is ask!" He turned around as he spoke, presenting
his dick to my mouth.

The head was wet. I could imagine what the sheet was like where it had lain
while he was working on me. I took his dick straight into my mouth, tasting
his precum immediately. I was planning on getting it good and wet and then
starting to lick on it. I barely had it in my mouth when he spoke.

"I'm gonna cum real soon if you keep that up."

I moved to his balls, sucking one and then the other into my mouth. They
were loose enough in their sac for me to do that easily. Bob moved to my
balls too, but after a few seconds he was back to my dick. It had been long
enough since he had stopped that I was cooled off somewhat and could stand
some more light tongue work without being in danger of cumming too soon.

After I had been sucking on his balls for a few minutes, I moved back to
his dick, but this time I worked on the shaft and left the head alone. It
was an interesting dick to play with in that way since the head was so much
wider than the shaft. It was easy to catch the tip of my tongue under the
overhang of the head and circle his dick there. He was producing precum at
such a rate that it was running down the head and dripping off. I started
trying to lick it up, which caused me to run my tongue up the side of the
head periodically. When I got to the top, I stabbed the point of my tongue
into the slit and sucked out the precum as it rose inside his dick.

Since we were both being careful, me by intention and him probably by
accident, we put off our orgasms for quite a while. When I decided it was
time, I took his whole dick into my mouth and tried to force the head into
my throat. It went, but it was a very tight fit. A few twists while I had
it lodged there and three long strokes with my lips held tight against the
shaft and he was filling my mouth with cum.

He held still while he came, again clearly fighting the urge to hump my
mouth, and continued to hold my dick in his mouth. As soon as he was
finished, he did the same thing to me, bringing me off in under a
minute. He kept my dick in his mouth until it started to go soft. I finally
decided he would have lain there all day nursing on it if I had let
him. Instead I pulled him around and kissed him.

"That's your cum you're tasting on my tongue," I told him.

"Yeah, I guess it is. I never tasted it before. I like it."

"Then we'll have to make sure you get to taste it a lot from now on."

He raised his head from my chest and looked me in the face. "Does that mean
we'll do this again?" He looked as if he doubted it, but there was a hint
of a smile there too.

"This or something else like it that's just as much fun."

"That's so great!" Then the look turned sheepish. "I was kind of afraid
this might still turn out to be a one night stand like you said."

"I never said that. I said I thought you might not still be interested
because you were thinking of a one night stand last week."

"Can we do it again tonight?"

"Nope. Mike stays with me on Wednesdays."

"Tomorrow you and your friend go to the gym. And I've got my kids this
weekend."

"You have your kids from Friday night?"

"No, not until Saturday morning."

"Friday night suits me."

"Me too. You got a date!"


To be continued
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