Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 06:15:09 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel Ch 41

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 41 - Mike

by Tim Foure
copyright  2002 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 41 - Mike

For the rest of the week Bar, Sands, and I continued to spend all our time
together. We played in the sun in the mornings and in bed from the end of
lunch until we had to meet our parents for dinner. If there was any
combination of sexual joining we were capable of that we didn't try, I
can't imagine what it was. We also became progressively more comfortable
with each other, using the rest periods while we regained our strength to
talk about ourselves in a completely candid way. By Saturday I knew nearly
as much about them as I did about Chris, and I'd become so comfortable with
them that I even told them about me and my dad. They wanted to know every
detail, and the more I told them, the hotter they got.

When we about to separate on Saturday evening to get cleaned up for dinner,
Bar asked me, "What are the chances you could come back after dinner and
spend the night?"

Before I could answer, Sands added, "You can, can't you?"

I told them I'd talk to Charlie about it. My mom hadn't come into my room
all week just as she wouldn't have come in at home when I was there unless
I asked her. Charlie, though, was a different matter. From the first time
he'd walked in on me while I was jerking off in the shower, we'd been more
casual about each other's privacy. It had begun accidentally on his part,
but I continued it on purpose. He would know if I didn't spend the night in
my room. I decided to be straight with him about it.

"Would it be a problem if I stayed someplace else tonight?" I asked him as
we shared my bathroom. He'd just gotten out of the shower and I was about
to get in, so we were both naked. It was one of the times I liked the best.

"You won't be leaving the hotel, right?"

"No, I'll be staying in the hotel alright," I said with a grin.

"That Sandra's a pretty little thing. Are you sure about this or are you
going to make your move after dinner?"

"This is a sure thing. She asked me." I didn't see any point in mentioning
Bar would be there too. While Charlie had no problem about sucking dick
with me and would probably have no problem with me sucking dick with Bar,
he might not be so open minded about me doing a brother and sister
together.

"Really! Well, my hat's off to you then. But I shouldn't be surprised.
You've got your father's looks, and I've seen how he affects women. I'd be
jealous as hell of him if he wasn't such a good guy."

I just smiled as I pulled the shower curtain closed. I didn't know what to
say. I never did when anybody told me I looked as good as my dad.

So Bar, Sands, and I spent the night together sucking, fucking, and
talking.  After a while Bar and I both had swollen dicks which looked as if
they were on their way to getting hard but wouldn't respond to any kind of
stimulation. And to tell the truth, I really didn't want mine touched any
more. Sands was still able although she'd had nearly as many orgasms as Bar
and I put together, but she said she was sore and would have to walk
bowlegged to get onto the plane as it was. We talked for a little while
after that before we drifted off to sleep.

At breakfast the next morning, Bar, Sands, and their parents came over to
our table to say good bye. Our parents talked about trying to get together
again at another conference if not before. I was sitting there hoping Bar,
Sands, and I would be included when Sands surprised me.

"Bar and I want Mike to come visit us at school," she said to Charlie and
my mom. "We know he's already decided where he's going to college in the
fall, but we'd like a chance to change his mind."

I was surprised. They'd mentioned me coming to visit them during the night,
but I didn't take it seriously. I was pretty sure they'd spent time with me
because I was just the best thing available in a limited field. It didn't
occur to me that they really liked me as much as that.

"I don't know," my mom said. "All the plans are made for next year. And
what about Chris?"  She looked at me when she said that. Then she looked
back at Sands and Bar.  "He's going to be rooming with his best friend in
the fall."

"I don't see why that would keep him from visiting," Charlie said. "Would
you like to, Mike?"

"Yeah, I would," I said. I was starting to get excited over the idea of
seeing them again.

"I want to set a date," Sands said. "If we leave it hanging, it will never
happen."

And so we did. Five weeks after we got home I would be flying off again to
spend the weekend with Sands and Bar in their condo. As we left the table,
Charlie dropped back to walk beside me.

"You must be something in bed," he had whispered to me. "Maybe I should
take lessons."

"I'm all booked up right now, but I'll see what I can do for you," I told
him. But it occurred to me afterward I'd already given him a lesson in how
to suck dick.

He laughed and punched me lightly on the arm.

That Monday morning before school I started to tell Chris about Bar and
Sands. I hardly got out two sentences when he said, "You are shitting me!"

"Am not! It was unbelievable!"

"I bet! So tell me everything."

I tried to do just that. It took two days before school, during lunch, and
him staying over before I got to the end of the story. I had to play
lookout for him while he jerked off in the bathroom at school both
mornings, something he'd never done before. Then he did it again at lunch
time.  After school we sucked, and he fucked me at bedtime. By Tuesday
night his dick and my asshole were both sore after a fuck of
record-breaking length, but he knew every detail of the sex the three of us
had had.

"You wouldn't change your mind about where you're going next year, would
you?" he asked as we lay side by side in the slightly painful afterglow of
our fuck. I could tell he was afraid I would.

"No, man. We've got that all worked out. But I still want to go visit
them."

"Oh, yeah! You gotta do that! No telling what all might happen. Then you
can come home and tell me all about it."

"That's what I'm thinking too. And they've got some friends they fuck with.
I might get to meet some of them too."

"Man, you're gonna have one hot time!"

"You know it!'

But the truth was, I was nervous about going. I'd never actually been away
from home alone before. And I started to worry that Bar and Sands might not
think I was as cool once they were home as they had on the island. I was so
worried that the weekend before I began to think I might not go.

I was staying with my dad that weekend. As usual, we were naked. I'd
introduced Bob to our nudist lifestyle the weekend after he'd moved in. I'd
gotten there on Friday afternoon that weekend and stripped off my clothes
as usual. Bob got home before my dad to find me naked and working on dinner
in the kitchen.

"What gives?" he asked by way of a greeting.

"With what?" I asked. I genuinely didn't know what he was talking about.

"You're naked."

"Yeah, I know. So?"

"Don't you think you should put some clothes on?"

"I just took 'em off."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you take your clothes off?"

"Dad and I never wear clothes when I'm staying over."

"You did the two times you and I were both staying here before I moved in."

"Yeah, but now you live here."

"So what? You figured it would've scared me off before to have a naked
teenager running around the apartment but now it won't?"

"Something like that. It a problem?"

"No, I guess not. I like looking at young dick." He leered at me, but it
was so exaggerated there was no way I couldn't know it was a joke.

"And I like looking at old dick. So why don't you take your clothes off
too?" I stared straight at his crotch.

"Your dad might not think that's a great idea."

"You're telling me he likes you better with your clothes on?"

He laughed. "No, I wouldn't say that. But he might not think that you and I
should be naked here by ourselves."

"Why not? Are you gonna jump me and make me do some horrible perverted
sexual thing?"

"No, I wasn't planning on it."

"Damn! What fun are you?" I said, exaggerating my disappointment. "Listen,
if you're not comfortable being naked, then just keep your clothes on. I'm
more comfortable like this." I turned back to the stove where the pot I had
been watching had come to the boil.

"I can't keep these clothes on much longer no matter what. My jock has been
mashing my balls all day."

When I turned around again, he had gone into the bedroom. Or at least, he
wasn't in the kitchen any longer. I continued working on dinner, cutting up
things up so I could make a salad. As I was putting things back into the
refrigerator, I noticed the beer on the top shelf. "Want a beer?" I called
out over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I do," I heard in response.

I pulled a bottle from the shelf and turned toward the drawer where we kept
the opener. That's when I saw Bob had come back from the bedroom naked. I
raised my eyebrows in question as I flipped the cap off of the bottle.

"Well, I figured, 'what the hell'," he told me. "It's not like we haven't
seen each other naked plenty of times already."

"That's sure the truth," I replied, remembering at least a dozen I could
name even without giving it any thought. I took a swig from his beer and
handed him the bottle.

When Dad came in, he kissed us both and said to Bob, "I see he got you out
of your clothes."

"You knew about this?" Bob asked.

"No. Or at least he hadn't said anything to me. But I was pretty sure he'd
get your clothes off you one way or another. He's not much on wearing
clothes in the house and this is the only place he can get away with it."

I gave Bob a thumbs-up to show I agreed with my dad.

"Well, the idea of being naked for no reason bothered me at first, but then
I thought about it and decided being naked didn't mean there was going to
be sex, so why not."

"No sex?" I said plaintively.

"You forgot how to jerk off?" my dad asked me.

"No. Whatcha mean? I don't get it. Oh. Yeah, now I get it. If I want sex, I
can jerk off any time."

"That's it. You got it."

"Wasn't what I had in mind."

"But it's what's available. Bob and I might even watch if you're planning
on putting on a show."

"Wait a minute," Bob said. "I don't know about that."

"Be a sport," my dad said to him. "If he wants an audience, give him a
break and watch."

"Humpf," Bob said.

And from then on, all three of us stayed naked when I was at their
apartment.

So the weekend before I was supposed to visit Bar and Sands, I was getting
fidgety about it. It was Saturday morning. Bob had just left for work and
Dad and I were cleaning up the breakfast mess. I couldn't think of how to
bring it up besides just coming out with it, so I did.

"Dad, what if Bar and Sands don't like me when I get there as much as they
thought they did?"

"That's out of the blue."

"I guess it seems like it, but I've been thinking about it a lot. What if
they don't?"

"Want the smart answer? Then that's their loss. But if you want to talk
about it, then tell me what's making you think that way."

He already knew everything that had happened between me and them while we
were on the island. The weekend after we'd gotten home from the conference
I'd given him as many of the details as he'd been willing to listen to. And
he gave me hell for not using a condom while at the same time telling me he
could see how it would have been hard to introduce one into the events I
had described. Overall he told me I'd been a lucky bastard and was even
luckier they wanted me to come visit them, at which time he assumed more of
the same would go on.

"It's nothing in particular. But I'm just 17 and they're 20. That's one
thing."

"If I remember it correctly, you'll be 18 any minute now, and the age
difference between you and them will be the same next weekend as it was
when you were holding your own against all comers in their bed."

"But what if I just seem like a kid now when they're around their college
friends? On the island it was just me and a lot of old people. It wasn't
like they had much choice."

"I promise not to tell your mother you said that."

"You know what I mean," I said, slightly exasperated by his reaction.

"Look, from what you said, they seem like reasonably bright kids. I don't
think they'd make that mistake. My guess is you seemed pretty mature to
them then and you will when they see you again. You adjusted to their
sexual situation without batting an eyelash, which they told you themselves
doesn't happen all that often. And you had the nerve to tell Sandra she was
the first woman you'd ever had sex with. That was a pretty mature thing to
do.  Somebody behaving like a child would have sworn she was only the most
recent in a long line of lucky females. And by your own accounts, you did a
respectable job providing orgasms for everyone concerned."

"I guess you're right."

"I think there's a good chance I am. But aside from the sexual stuff, think
about all the three of you talked about. They trusted you with a lot and
you did the same with them, especially when you told them about us."

I had sudden qualms about having done that. "You think I shouldn't have?"

"I'm not going to second guess you on that. We agreed a long time back how
we'd deal with that secret. You decided you could trust them enough to
share it with them.  That's good enough for me. But it also tells me that
you thought they were better people then than you're giving them credit for
being now. Which one is right?"

I thought about it for a minute or so. "You're right. I trusted them
then. I trust them now. I guess I'm just acting like a kid about this."

He hugged me against him. "No, you're not. Change is hard for everybody.
You're just growing up."

So I was only a little nervous as I walked down the jetway to meet them the
following Friday evening. But I needn't have worried at all. As soon as I
passed the agent's desk, the two of them were on me. I was being hugged
from both sides and then thoroughly kissed by Sands.

"We thought the weeks would never pass!" Bar told me as he pounded me on
the back while I was still deep in a kiss with Sands.

"We're so glad to see you!" Sands said into my mouth as she broke the kiss.
"You look just as good as I remembered."

"Better," Bar said. "Wait 'til Peter gets a look at him." He began to lead
me toward baggage claim.

"Who's Peter?" I asked.

"We've set up your social calendar for while you're here," Sands said.
"You'll meet Tess too, but not the same time as Peter since they can't
stand each other."

"Who's Tess?" I asked.

"But we want to show you the school too," Bar said. "And we're having
brunch tomorrow with Jack and Julie Murray. They're both professors."

Sands put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "They're both great in
bed, but we won't do that tomorrow. At least I don't think we will."

Bar said something else after that, but my head had begun to spin and I
missed it. I decided it didn't matter. They'd tell me where I was supposed
to be and what I was supposed to do as we got to each thing. It was the
first time in my life I'd ever had a social calendar.


To be continued _______________

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