Date: Mon, 04 Feb 2002 16:22:33 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel chapter 44

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 44 - 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 44 - Mike


We found the two women in Sands's bedroom. Both were naked and both had the
kind of satisfied look that comes only from an orgasm. Tess's legs were
closed, but Sands's were spread open. I'd had plenty of opportunity to see
Sands's pussy, but I wished I could see Tess's too.

"We brought you wine," Bar said, holding up the bottle in one hand and two
empty glasses in the other. His own empty glass was tucked under his arm.

"Sit," Sands said, patting the bed beside her.

"Can't. We've got olive oil all over us. We need a shower."

While Sands took the glasses and Bar poured the wine, Tess raised her head
to ask, "Olive oil? What did you do, have a high class Mazola party after we
left?"

I wondered what a Mazola party was, but I didn't get the opportunity to ask.

"No, we had a regular old fashion fuck," Peter told her, sticking out his
tongue when he finished speaking.

"I'd tell you where you could put that tongue that would do the most good,
but you'd do it," Tess told him, covering the mat of dark hair in her crotch
with her hand.

"You know that's not my kind of thing," Peter said. "This is." And so
saying, he took hold of my soft dick and held on to it.

"Shower first, sucking after," Bar said.

And that was how the night went. The three of us shared the shower and then
curled around each other on the bed like a litter of puppies as we sucked
first one and then the other of the two dicks not our own. No one was in a
hurry to cum, so we took a break as we were getting close, drank some wine,
and talked for a while. My buzz returned with just a few sips. When we went
back to the sucking, we did it two on one and went for the money. I was the
first to be sent over the edge as Peter swallowed my dick and Bar sucked on
my balls while fingering my prostate. Bar was the last to cum. Then we fell
asleep as we lay.

When I woke up, the room was light, and at first I thought it was morning.
But we had left the bedside light on when we fell asleep and that was what I
was now squinting at and mistaking for sunlight. I wondered why I had woken
up because I usually sleep through the night and would have expected to
sleep that much sounder still because of all the wine I had drunk. Then I
felt a hand slide down my side, across my belly, and around my dick. At the
same time I felt wet lips being pressed against my neck just below my ear
and the point of a tongue follow the muscle downwards to my shoulder. I
struggled to wake up more fully.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Bar lying on his back in front of
me, sound asleep. The hand, then, had to belong to Peter, which I would have
known if I'd only looked at it. I tried to take stock of the situation as my
mind made contact with more and more of my body. I was lying on my side and
could feel someone, Peter obviously, pressed against my back. His hand had
stroked my dick a few times and was now sliding down my leg. I also became
aware of pressure against my asshole. I figured out it was coming from
Peter's dick, but I couldn't tell if it was trying to push its way into me
or had already made it past the entrance. As my slow-moving brain analyzed
the feeling, I decided the head at least was already inside me.

By this time Peter had wrapped his hand around my thigh just above my knee
and was lifting my leg. I cooperated with him, lifting my own leg as his
hand pressed upwards on the inside of my thigh. When my legs were far enough
apart, I felt his knee slide between my legs and take over supporting my
raised leg in the air. His hand slid back up my thigh, across my balls, and
around my dick, which was beginning to get hard. At the same time I felt his
dick press into me with more force. I could feel the friction as it slid
further inside.

Peter stopped sucking the muscle of my neck to whisper in my ear, "I lubed
my dick again but I guessed you'd still be wet and loose enough from before
for me to do this without any other preparation. Was I right?"

I turned my head slightly though I knew it was going to be impossible to
look at him and whispered back, "Yes. But I've never been fucked while I was
asleep before."

"I was moving real slow, hoping I could get all the way inside you before
you woke up. Now you've gone and spoiled it."

"It's not spoiled. It feels good." In fact, the angle was perfect. The head
of his dick had made prolonged contact with my prostate as it slid slowly
across it.

"Good," he said as his short scratchy pubic bush pressed tightly against my
asshole. "Need a rest now?"

"No. I'm ok."

He began to slide his dick out of me as he went back to sucking on the
muscle of my neck. His hand continued to stroke my now-hard dick.

I lay there enjoying the steady in-and-out rhythm he fell into, feeling the
prostate massage and dick rub I was getting as if I was slightly removed
from it all. I think I might have dozed off because the next time I looked
at Bar, which seemed like only a minute later than the time before, he was
stroking his own dick slowly as he watched Peter stroke mine. I have no idea
how long the fuck lasted, but when I came, it seemed sudden. After it was
over, I saw that Bar was asleep again and had several drops of drying cum
trailing up his belly. My own cum had squirted across him and was still
shiny wet. Afterwards as I thought about it, I decided I'd been dozing and
woke just as my orgasm began.

I don't know when Peter came, though I had the evidence that he had inside
me in the morning. I do know that he was still fucking me slowly on my side
as I drifted off to sleep.

The next time I woke up, it really was morning. Peter and Bar were gone and
I was alone in the bed. I had to pee desperately, a problem I took care of
right away. I took a quick look into Sands's room, which was empty, and then
I followed the rising smell of coffee to the first floor.

Half way down the stairs it occurred to me I ought to put some clothes on,
but then I decided everyone had already seen what I had and it was unlikely
there would be anyone else there besides the same group from the night
before. In fact, it turned out they had no company at all, Peter and Tess
having departed at some point. Bar was still naked, but Sands was wearing a
robe that, the belt not being tied, covered nothing.

"Been up long?" I asked as I made for the coffee pot.

"No, not long," Bar told me. "Peter had to leave. He tried to sneak out
quietly but nearly fell down the stairs. Beautiful he is. Graceful he's not.
That woke Tess and Sands. So Tess left too."

"I would have liked to tell both of them good-bye. Tess only goes for
girls?"

"No. She prefers women but she'll have sex with a guy too. Well, orally
anyhow," Sands told me.

"She doesn't suck dick very well, though," Bar told me. "We thought we'd
have a big breakfast and then go back to bed and play until we have to take
you to the airport."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

And that was what we did. We cut it so close that we had to race to make the
plane. On the way to the airport, Sands sniffed the air in the car and said,
"We smell like the morning after in a brothel." She turned the rear view
mirror to look at herself. "Look at my hair! Everyone will know I spent the
last twenty-four hours being fucked."

"I think it was only twenty," Bar said. We all laughed.


We'd all had to pull our clothes on without getting a shower. I could feel
Bar's dried cum on the insides of my thighs. I supposed that I had dried
spots of one sex-generated fluid or another all over my body. I could smell
the two of them and probably myself as well, but there was nothing I could
do about it.

"When can we see each other again?" Sands asked as Bar drove at breakneck
speed.

"You sure he'll want to after this weekend?" Bar asked. "We used him like a
sex slave."

"Oh, I want to alright!" I said, getting a laugh from both of them. "You can
use me as a sex slave any time. I had a great time. I'm sorry I have to go
home."

"So are we," they said, almost in unison.

"So when can we see you again?" Sands asked.

"I dunno. I don't think I can come again until after school's out."

"Our term ends before yours. Can we come visit you?" Sands asked, her voice
rising as Bar swerved past and then cut off a taxi. "That was a trifle
close, brother dear."

"I'm sure it'll be ok with Mom and Charlie." I started thinking about the
house and where they would sleep. "Jason could move in with me while you're
there. He crawls into my bed every chance he gets anyhow. One of you could
have his room. I don't know if they'd put both of you together in the same
room or not. Probably not."

"Oh, we'd stay in a hotel," Sands said. "We couldn't descend on your family
like that."

"And it would make it really difficult to fuck if we stayed at your house,"
Bar added.

"That's for sure," I told him with a laugh. "But I'd like to see you guys
even if there wasn't going to be any fucking."

"Yes, but think of how much happier you'll be to see us if there is
fucking," Sands said.

We all laughed.

We settled on a weekend between the end of their term and the date Bar had
to report for his summer job. I'd still be in school, but since it was the
end of my senior year, it would hardly matter whether I could stay awake in
class or not. We would just be marking time until the term ended.

"What'll you do all summer while Bar's slaving away?" I asked Sands.

"Absolutely nothing. I'm going to play. I'm going to spend the summer in
England. I'll stay with our parents for as long as I can stand it and then
I'll mooch off my friends for the rest of the time. You need to come over
when Bar does at the end of the summer and stay with us for a while before
we all go back to school."

"That's a great idea!" Bar said. "What are you doing this summer anyhow?
You've never said."

I was surprised by the invitation. "I'm not doing anything either. I mean,
no work or anything. Charlie and my parents decided I could have the summer
off. I don't even have to mow the law. It's like a graduation present."

"Then come sooner! Spend the whole summer with me!" Sands said with a
squeal. She even began to clap her hands.

"I don't know," I said, thinking of Chris for one thing and also wondering
whether my mom would go for it.

"Thanks a lot!" Bar said. "You two fuck nonstop for three months while I'm
off slaving in the colonies."

"I don't think the island you'll be on is a colony any longer," Sands told
him with a wide-eyed look that suggested empty-headedness.

"That's not the point," Bar said in a whiny, exasperated voice that was so
exaggerated it couldn't be mistaken for serious.

"Well, I suppose we could visit him sometime in there," Sands said to me,
apparently taking it for granted that I would be taking up her invitation.
"Or he could come visit us."

I had gotten past the shock of suddenly being invited to spend the summer in
England to start thinking about the cost of the plans she was making so
casually. I'd been surprised when Mom and Charlie paid for my plane ticket
without a word. While I'd always had whatever spending money I'd asked for,
the cost of the flight we were rushing to catch was a whole order of
magnitude beyond anything I'd ever asked them for before. For the first time
in my life I began to wonder if there was a limit on what my parents would
be willing to give me. And on what it was fair of me to ask them for.

My thoughts were interrupted by a squeal of brakes as the car came to a halt
in front of the door to the terminal building.

"We'll call you and talk about all this," Sands said as the three of us
jumped out of the car.

"Hey, you can't park there!" someone shouted at us as we ran into the
terminal.

Bar checked for the gate number and told me, "Run for the gate. You can
check in there. You'll have to carry your bag on."

"What about your car?" I asked as we ran.

"They'll only give me a ticket. They won't tow it," he replied. Obviously
he'd done this before. And it was also obvious he thought of money
differently than I did. The thought of having to pay a ticket would have
kept me for leaving the car where we did.

I was the last passenger to check in and was rushed to the boarding door by
the counter attendant. Just before I went through, Sands grabbed me and gave
me an all-out kiss and hug. Then, much to my surprise, Bar did the same
thing. Once I was in my seat, I wondered what the reaction of the people
standing around had been when he kissed me full on the mouth. But I was so
exhausted, I only thought about it for a few seconds. I fell asleep before
the plane even took off.

On Monday morning I started to tell Chris about the weekend. His reaction
surprised me. I was whispering a quick summary to him while we waited for
our first class to start. I thought he'd want a detailed rundown on
everything that happened, but instead he interrupted me, whispering back
with intensity, "You never even got to see Jack's beer can dick? Man, that
would have been my number one priority."

"Well, he didn't offer to show it to me. And Bar and Sands had other plans
anyhow. And I got to see Peter's dick."

"Who's Peter?"

So I started to tell him about Peter. I didn't get far before he jumped up
and whispered, "Come on!"

I followed him to the toilets and watched out for him while he jerked off. I
was surprised when I started to get a hardon too. After the number of times
I'd cum over the weekend, I figured I'd have a hard time even getting it up
to play with Chris after school. Mom had driven the car pool that morning
and Chris had stuck his head into the car before I could even get out to
tell her he'd be spending the night with me. I smiled to myself as I
realized how quickly I'd recovered.

The one thing that worried me as Chris and I sucked and he fucked me that
Monday and Tuesday was telling him about the invitation to spend the summer
in England. I'd told Mom and Charlie about it in the car after they'd picked
me up from the airport. They hadn't said no, but neither one of them said
anything for a minute after I told them. I knew from the silence that they
were going to have to talk about it when I wasn't there. Finally Mom said,
"We'll have to talk to your dad about that." And then I waited for them to
bring it up again.

Chris surprised me again when I told him. It was on Tuesday night and I was
almost at the end of my story. I'd talked while he sucked or fucked me after
school and at bedtime for two days.  He was fucking me when I told him.


"Man, you gotta go! I'm gonna miss you like hell, but you can't pass up a
chance like this!"

"They might not let me. It's gonna cost a bundle. And what'll you do while
I'm gone?"

"Don't worry about me. Something'll turn up. I don't have any trouble
attracting attention when you're not there. Like I told you, people think I
look pretty decent when they don't have you to compare me to." He continued
to slide his dick in and out of my ass, moving me first one way and then
another as he managed his rubbing of my prostate like a pro. He'd found he
could stimulate it almost to the point of orgasm and then change his angle
of attack so that it settled back down before he began rubbing it again with
the head of his dick.

"Get over that shit, will ya?"

"I know what I'm talking about. It might be good for me to see what I can do
on my own. If I get desperate, I can always go swimming at the Y and see
what's happening in the steam room. Plus I'm expecting you to write me the
hottest letters ever seen by man."

Then he brought me off, going over the edge himself as he felt my asshole
squeeze his dick. He dropped onto me, kissing me and sliding his tongue into
my mouth as he finished shooting me full of his cum. From then on he talked
as if my going to England was a done deal.

That Wednesday I stayed with my dad and Bob. I was fixing dinner when Bob
got home and had it nearly finished when my dad came in a half an hour
later. Everything but the steaks, which I still didn't feel comfortable
cooking on my own. And they were better if they were cooked just before we
were going to eat them anyhow. I'd been trying to follow the example of
every adult I knew and eating mine less well done than I had when I was
younger. When pink juice ran out of my steak as I cut it, I was thinking I
might have gone too far. I decided to ignore it since I actually liked the
taste. It was just the idea of it that bothered me.

To take my mind off the meat, I started to tell them about the weekend. I'd
gotten past the dinner at Jeppo's and was starting to tell them about the
sex when Bob interrupted me. I was surprised at first because I wasn't
giving a lot of details. I knew from talking about sex in the past that Bob
didn't really want to know all the details. He'd told me he got embarrassed
because he couldn't help picturing what I was describing and then he
couldn't look me in the face because he felt like he'd been spying on me. He
knew it wasn't logical, but as he said, that was how he reacted and he was
being honest about it.

"Wait a minute here," he said. "You had sex with both of them at the same
time?"

I knew he knew I'd had sex with both Bar and Sands during the week we'd been
on the island. I didn't understand the problem. "Yeah. Why?"

"They're brother and sister."

"I know."

"You were all three doing it together?"

"Yeah, that's right." I didn't see the problem. I thought he knew we'd all
had sex together on the island, so I reminded him of that too.

"I knew you did them both. I thought that was kind of amazing. But I don't
guess I knew the three of you did it together," he said, putting a piece of
steak into his mouth and chewing slowly. I saw his eyes focus on some spot
high up on the wall behind me. He had a thoughtful look on his face.

I looked at my dad hoping he would give me a clue about what I should say
next, but he was looking at his plate as he cut another bite of steak. The
expression on his face didn't tell me anything. He just looked like a man
eating his dinner. I paid attention to my plate for a few minutes too as we
continued to eat in silence. I wondered how much trouble I'd caused.

Then, suddenly, Bob said in a quiet voice, "Damn! That's hot!" He looked
first at me and then at Dad as he gave us a sheepish smile. "I got a hardon
right here at the dinner table just from thinking about it."

Dad and I looked at each other for a second. We both began to smile because
it was so out of character for Bob to say such a thing. Then we both bent
over to look under the table. And sure enough, Bob's dick was sticking
straight up next to his napkin, which it had apparently pushed aside. It was
the first time I'd actually seen Bob hard, though he'd see me hard quite a
few times in the mornings when I'd stayed with them.

"Yes, you do," my dad said with a laugh.

"So tell us all the details," Bob said. "Don't leave anything out." He
speared another piece of steak with his fork and shoved it forcefully into
his mouth, chewing with real energy as he stared straight at me with an
expectant look on his face.

I did, getting a hardon myself in the process.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, we settled in the living room to watch tv.
Before Bob and Dad got together, it would have been me lying on the sofa
with my head on Dad's leg as the two of us worked up to having sex. Now it
was Bob lying in the same place, and there was no chance that he would start
anything with me there. At least he'd gotten used to being nude in front of
me. Dad told me they seldom wore clothes around the apartment whether I was
there or not. I sat on the floor with my back against one of the ottomans
and looked at the two of them as I brought up the subject of going to
England. The main problem I saw was the cost.

"You're certainly old enough and responsible enough to go on your own," Dad
said, "but there are issues other than the money. For one thing, I'd like to
know how their parents feel about it. And it'd be different if Bar was going
to be there and you were going to be his guest. Your being Sands's guest has
to give her parents the idea that there's something romantic between the two
of you. Is there?"

I hadn't thought about it. "I don't know," I told him. "I guess there could
be. But I don't really feel any different about her than I do about Bar."

"Maybe you should think about that before you decide what to do."

And I did. The funny thing was, I really couldn't think about one of them
without including the other. I definitely felt different about them than I
did about Chris. I thought of him as part of my life like my mom and dad. He
was always going to be there for me just like I was going to be there for
him. But I wasn't romantic about Chris. We had great sex but we weren't in
love with each other, not that way. After a while I began to think I
probably was in love with Sands. But if I was, then I was in love with Bar
too. I felt exactly the same way about both of them. That made me think
more.

Meanwhile, Bar and Sands called to tell me about the arrangements they'd
made to come visit. Mom answered the phone and told them she wanted them to
stay with us. She wouldn't take no for an answer, so they thanked her for
the invitation and told her they were looking forward to it.

"I suppose that means you'll to be glad to see us just for the pleasure or
our company," Sands said when my mom had turned the phone over to me. "It
doesn't sound like there'll be much fucking going on."

But I'd gotten an idea as I'd listened to Mom talking to them. I lowered my
voice even though I doubted Mom could hear me. "I might have an idea about
that," I told them. And I did. After all, my dad had an apartment and he and
Bob knew the score. I'd ask them about using their place.

Then Bar and Sands's dad called from London to invite me to come. I was glad
of it because it meant I was really welcome, but I also began to feel
Charlie and my parents were being worked into a corner. I'd spent some time
on the phone with travel agents and was very much aware of how much the trip
would cost. I was beginning to feel bad about how much this was going to
cost them. Then I got the biggest surprise of all.

Out of nowhere my mom told me she'd invited Grandfather and Grandmother for
dinner the Sunday before Bar and Sands were coming.

"No problem," I told her. "I'll stay with Dad and Bob."

"They're coming too. You'll be staying here that weekend. Your father and I
have already worked it out."

I was surprised. Mom and her father hadn't gotten along since before she'd
married Charlie. She and Charlie had gone to their place for the usual
family stuff, thought they didn't stay the several days each time that she
and Dad had stayed when they were married. And best of all, she hadn't made
me go except once. I couldn't imagine what dinner would be like with Dad and
Bob at the same table with Grandfather. But the more I thought about it, the
funnier it seemed. I could just see my dad and Grandfather squaring off
against each other and trading punches. I still dreaded the day though.

I wasn't surprised when Grandfather and Grandmother were late. I figured it
was just one more way for Grandfather to make himself the center of
attention. Dad and Bob were already there and Bob was on the floor playing
with Jason. I was tense. I hadn't spoken to Grandfather since right after
Dad and Mom got divorced.

When he finally arrived, he surprised me by apologizing for being late. I
saw Grandmother give him an approving nod. He shook everyone's hand, even
telling Bob not to get up and reaching down to shake his hand where he sat
on the floor with Jason in his lap. When he got to me, he put out his hand
and spoke. I didn't see how I could avoid shaking his hand, so I did. But I
didn't say anything.

"This might be a good time to say it," Grandmother told him, coming over to
put her hand on his arm.

I wondered what was going on.

Grandfather cleared his throat and said to me, "I've come to understand that
I owe you an apology. I had no right to talk about your father as I did. And
even while I was angry at you for not speaking to me, I respected you for
standing up for your father. I know that wasn't easy. And I know it was the
right thing for you to do. I'd like it if someone would do that for me under
the same circumstances."

When he finished speaking, he turned to my grandmother and said something to
her too low for me to hear.

I was stunned. I realize my mouth had dropped open so I closed it just as he
turned back to me.

"We want to give you a graduation present."

We both watched as Grandmother took an envelope from her purse and handed it
to me.

"Open it," she said.

Inside was a plane ticket to London and a check, both with my name on them.
The check was for a lot of money. I couldn't think of what to say. I just
looked up and stared at the two of them.

"When your mother told your grandmother about your friends inviting you, we
decided we'd like to give you the trip for your graduation."

"But the money," I said. "That's a lot of money."

"Things come up when you travel that you haven't anticipated. Hopefully it
will help you deal with them when they do."

I was having trouble taking it all in. But it was the apology that surprised
me most of all. I wouldn't have taken the ticket or the money if he hadn't
apologized. Now there didn't seem to be anything to do other than to accept
both the apology and the gift.

"Thank you, Grandfather," I said as I put out my hand to shake his. "Both
for understanding why I did what I did and for this wonderful present."

After we shook hands, I grabbed my grandmother and gave her a tight hug. She
was startled at first, but then she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me
too.

"And thank you too, Grandmother," I said, laughing to see how flustered
she'd gotten. None of her grandchildren usually hugged her except in the
most formal way. This was a whole new experience for both of us.

And best of all, I was going to England for the summer.


To be continued
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