Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 08:29:33 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel ch 45

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 45 - 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 45 - Mike

That summer in England marked a turning point in my life. I don't suppose
I'd ever felt that my parents and Charlie had kept a tight rein on me. I
didn't naturally tend to get into trouble, so they had always seemed to let
me do almost anything I asked. And I was aware as I moved into my later
teens that they were letting me make more and more of my own
decisions. Where I would have asked to do something when I was younger and
gotten a "yes" or "no" answer, I started to hear instead, "That's up to
you." But that summer in England they weren't there even to be asked. I
tried to be a good guest, fitting as much as I could into the patterns of
life around me, but beyond that I didn't have to ask permission, even for
politeness' sake, about choices I made or things I wanted to do.

For one thing, Sands's parents were seldom home except to sleep, and since
I wasn't sleeping on the same schedule as they were, I didn't see them even
then. They'd had Sands give me a key to the front door and tell me they
were happy to have me there. Beyond that, on the rare occasions I saw them,
they treated me like another adult. They certainly never seemed to concern
themselves with what was going on between Sands and me, and if they'd asked
her, she never told me about it.

When she'd brought me home from the airport, an experience in itself since
everyone seemed to be driving on the wrong side of the road, Sands put me
in Bar's room which connected to hers through a bathroom.

"You could just sleep with me, and I do hope you will," she said, putting
her hand on my arm and looking earnestly into my eyes to emphasize her
words. "But Bar and I didn't want you to feel you were here to provide me
with sex on demand. So we decided to give you his room."

I'd actually wondered about that. The three of us had fucked or sucked,
sometimes both at the same time, nearly nonstop on the island and when I'd
visited them at school, and we'd done the best we could to continue that
when they'd visited me. So while I hoped Sands and I would have sex and
lots of it, I didn't really think we'd spend nearly every waking moment
doing it. And it turned out I was right. We had sex frequently, but there
were times when we didn't too. And Sands seemed to enjoy setting me up to
have sex with her friends, both male and female, when we visited them.

And aside from the fact that Bar's dick wasn't within easy reach, he may as
well have been there too since we talked to him at least once a day. At
first I was amazed at the ease with which Sands picked up the phone and
called him to ask him the simplest question or even just to talk. And once
she called him while we were having sex so he could jerk off along with us
as he heard us slurp and moan. He called just as often. Transatlantic phone
calls hadn't previously been within the range of my experience, and I would
have guessed they were terribly expensive though I didn't know for sure,
never having paid a phone bill in my life. Now I tended to think of them as
the normal thing even though I only called home on special occasions during
the summer.

At first Sands and I stayed in London as she gave me a very elaborate
tour. Then we began to visit their friends in different parts of the
country. As the only American there and often the only American the hosts
had ever met, I tended to be the center of attention. I suspected more than
once that the other person's interest in having sex with me was based more
on my nationality than anything else. I told Sands what I thought after the
second time I got that impression.

"Think you're just a trophy fuck, do you?" She asked. "Take a look in the
mirror and you'll know immediately that isn't true. And then there's this,"
she said, feeling my crotch and squeezing my dick. "Thinking they had a
chance to play with this would have most of them swooning and drooling."

As usual I didn't know how to answer such compliments.

So we established a pattern. Once Sands had told Bar who we were visiting,
he would call back another time to tell me what to expect. Most of the time
our conversations were full of the sexual preferences of our soon-to-be
hosts. He always shared with me the most detailed information about the
dicks of the men we'd be seeing and what the two of them had done together
in bed the last time he'd see them. I wondered if he'd kept a notebook on
them.

But the hottest experience I had in England was with Angus, Bar and Sands's
great uncle.  Looking back, I know the two of them set me up with him, and
I'm grateful they did. Of course I knew he was the one who had taught Bar
both how to jerk off and how to suck dick, and Bar had described him as
handsome in an outdoors sort of way and very well built. That didn't
prepare me for meeting the man himself. He had dark eyes that twinkled, a
large drooping moustache, and a Scots accent that gave me an elevator
sensation in my balls the first dozen or so times he spoke to me.

He came to London in the middle of the summer just to meet me. Sands's
parents were home for dinner, something that had rarely happened, and Sands
had invited a girlfriend named Wendy to join us. Wendy had been the first
girl other than Sands I had sex with in England, so I knew her fairly
well. Dinner went great, and when we left the table, Sands and Wendy also
left the house.  Sands had told me she'd arranged to spend the night with
Wendy so Angus could have her room.  Bar had given me a detailed
description of Angus's body, centering on his dick.

After dinner Angus and I sat with Sands's parents for a while until they
announced they were tired and were going to bed. Once they had left,
Angus's behavior changed subtly. He seemed to become softer and less rugged
but still entirely masculine. A few minutes after we'd been left alone, he
said he'd like a brandy and asked if I wanted one. I'd had lots of
opportunities that summer to drink, so I was less likely to get wobbly in
the legs after a drink or two than I had been when I'd arrived. I took the
glass when he held it out to me, getting an electric shock as his hand slid
along mine as he released the round glass into my palm. Then he sat at the
other end of the short sofa where I was sitting instead of going back to
his original seat farther away. We continued to talk quietly as we sipped
the brandy. About the time I realized the brandy was going to my head, I
also knew he was in the process of seducing me. I thought it was funny in a
way because he could simply have asked, "Want to suck dick?" and we would
have done it. But I was really enjoying the attention. I was completely his
by the time he leaned toward me, slid his fingers down the side of my face,
and cupped my chin as he pressed his lips lightly against mine.  I loved
the feel of his moustache on my skin.

Of course my dick was rigid even though I was more than a little drunk. He
drew me to him in the course of the next few kisses until I was in his
arms. I'd slid down onto the sofa with him above me. I didn't notice his
unbuttoning my shirt, but suddenly I felt his hand sliding along the skin
of my chest and touching my nipple. His mouth moved from mine and his lips
replaced his fingers on that nipple. As he worked his lips to nurse on it,
his moustache tickled my chest. I ran my finger through his thick dark hair
enjoying its texture. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my
thigh. My own was being mashed by his belly.

After a short time he moved upwards and kissed me again on the mouth.

"We'd better move before we pour what's left of this brandy onto the
carpet," he whispered to me from a few inches away.

I'd forgotten all about the brandy glass even though I was still holding it
in the hand that dangled toward the floor. He sat up and took the glass
from me.

I reached for his shirt, getting a handful, and pulled him toward me. With
my other hand I opened one button, reached through the opening, and
threaded my fingers through the thick hair of his chest. I slid my fingers
through it, finding his nipple and rolling it gently between my thumb and
first finger. At the same time I sat up straighter and kissed him, pushing
my tongue past his lips into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue for a short
while before breaking the kiss.

"I'm almost at the end of my self control. If you don't let me get up, I'll
throw these glasses aside and attack you."

"We wouldn't want that!" I said in mock alarm as I pulled my hand out of
his shirt.

He stood up and put the glasses on the table with the decanter. I stood up
as well. Once he was free of them, I grabbed his arm and spun him around to
face me. I meant to hug and kiss him but he was faster than I was, sliding
his arms around me and giving me another deep kiss. I could feel our hard
dicks rub against each other through our clothes as our tongues moved back
and forth through our lips.

"Let's go upstairs," I said when the kiss ended.

"Good idea. We wouldn't want to scandalize the old folks," he said with a
chuckle.

He kept his arm around me as he led me through the door to the hall and up
the stairs. I thought it was funny that he should call Bar's father 'old'
since he was Angus's nephew. But Angus actually was the younger of the
two. My thoughts slid from them to Jason, my half-brother.  There was a
sixteen-year difference between the two of us. When I had children, if I
did, Jason would be their uncle, but the chances were they'd be much closer
in age to him than Jason was to me. It was all very confusing.

When we reached the top of the stairs, Angus led me into Sands's room and
closed the door behind us. He kissed me gently as he slid my shirt off of
my shoulders and began to undo my pants. When he'd lowered the zipper and
they'd slid to the floor, he pushed his hands under the waistband of my
shorts and cupped one butt cheek in each hand, pulling me tight against
him.  Again our dicks rubbed against each other through the cloth as we
pressed against each other.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss, stepped out of my shoes and pants at the
same time, and finished unbuttoning Angus's shirt. As I opened it and slid
it off his shoulders, I uncovered the dense growth of dark hair on his
chest. I rubbed my cheek against it as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped
his pants, finally taking one of his nipples between my lips and pulling on
it. I shoved his pants over his hips, pushing his boxers down at the same
time. His dick slid out the fly of the boxers, preventing them from going
any lower. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its heat and thickness as I
dropped to my knees. I pulled his boxers down carefully, pushing his dick
back through the fly and getting it safely past the waistband. Then I let
it fall forward to point toward me. It had a large vein snaking out from
his pubic hair to the end of his foreskin which was covering all but the
very tip of the head. As I looked at it a drop of precum formed in the
opening of his skin. I licked it off with the tip of my tongue and then
continued to move my face toward him so his dick slid along my cheek. I
moved my head around in a slow circle so every part of my face rubbed
against his dick. I felt his hands in my hair holding my head gently but
letting me move any way I liked. I could feel the streaks of precum drying
on my face.

I buried my nose in his pubic hair smelling the clean masculine smell of
him. After a short while I moved my nose along the top of his dick feeling
the pressure increase and decrease as his dick tensed with each
heartbeat. When I reached the end, I opened my mouth and let the head slide
between my lips as I shoved my tongue into the opening of his foreskin. I
felt his hands begin to knead my hair as I forced my tongue between his
foreskin and the head of his dick. As I took more and more of his dick into
my mouth, I felt his foreskin being forced down the shaft ahead of my tight
lips. He sighed when the head of his dick reached my throat and slid into
it. I swallowed as the head moved down my throat until finally my lips and
nose were pressed into his pubic hair. I kept the head deep in my throat,
continuing to massage it with my throat muscles until I had to pull back
for air. When I did, he moved his hands to my shoulders and pulled me to my
feet and kissed me.

"You've got me hobbled," he told me as he lifted one foot and the pants leg
which entangled it.

"I didn't mean for you to get away."

"No danger of that. What say we free my feet and move to the bed?"

I dropped into a squat and helped him take off his shoes and pull his legs
out of his pants. Once his feet were bare and free, I stood up and turned
away to get onto the bed. I felt a hand take hold of the waistband of my
shorts and begin to pull them down. I fell forward on the bed as I was
hobbled by the shorts sliding down my legs and felt myself being turned
over onto my back as the shorts slid over my feet.

"Very nice indeed," he said as he spread my legs, leaned forward at the
edge of the bed, and took my whole dick into his mouth.

I threw my head back and focused my attention on his mouth. I could feel
his throat muscles working on the head of my dick as his tongue almost
vibrated along the back of the shaft. His lips opened and closed around the
base as the shaft met my belly, alternately squeezing it tightly and
releasing it. His hands slid lightly up and down the insides of my
thighs. His thumbs rubbed my balls gently each time they came in contact
with them

After a minute I felt his mouth withdraw, his lips holding the shaft
tightly and the tip of his tongue stabbing here and there until it pushed
its way into the slit at the end. Two or three more time his lips traveled
up and down my dick until the head was again buried in his throat.

The sensations were dragging me toward an orgasm too quickly. I didn't want
to cum yet and was about to tell him so when he suddenly pulled his mouth
from my dick and pressed his lips against mine.

We kissed for quite a while, and when we separated I saw that he was
supporting his upper body above mine. My legs were bent at the knee with my
calves and feet dangling off the edge of the bed. His thighs were pressed
against the edge of the bed between my knees and he was bent over me,
supporting himself on his elbows.

I looked at him and began scooting up the bed. He crawled onto the bed and
stayed above me on his hands and knees until I had my head on a
pillow. Then he kissed me again, lowering himself so his body was pressed
against mine but still supporting most of his weight with his arms. I
wrapped my arms and legs around him, almost lifting myself off of the bed
in the effort to get closer to him.

"Let me," I told him as he began to move back down toward my dick.

He hovered for a few seconds of indecision before rolling onto his back.

I was on him immediately, enjoying the feel of his hairy chest as I rubbed
my smoother one against it. I kissed him once quickly and then began to
kiss and lick my way down his chest and belly to his dick. The hair on his
chest was long and twisted around my tongue as I licked. It changed texture
below his belly button, becoming coarser the lower I went. And then my
mouth was at his dick. It was lying on his belly and had created a wet
spot. I sucked the precum out of his hair and began to lick the back of his
dick. The head was half way out of the skin, so I dragged the tip of my
tongue along the edge of the skin. My dad's foreskin was very sensitive at
the fold and it turned out Angus's was too.

I spent a long time working Angus to the edge of an orgasm and then backing
off. He liked having his balls licked and sucked, so I did that from time
to time while I gave his dick a chance to calm down. I used every trick I'd
learned from playing with my dad's uncut dick on Angus, and he liked them
all. I could have continued to do as I was doing all night, but finally he
said, "I can't stand any more. Soon I'll cum spontaneously even if you're
not touching my dick."

So he pulled me up and pushed me to the side, making sure I didn't rub
against his dick as I moved. He worked on me slowly and carefully until he
had me at the same point as I had had him. At the end we moved into a
sixty-nine position and coaxed each other to the edge, filling each other's
mouths with cum almost simultaneously. Afterwards we fell asleep spoon
fashion, my back pressed against his belly and his arm around me. I hadn't
slept like that since the last time I'd slept with my dad. It was very
comfortable.

In the morning I woke up first. We'd kicked the covers off during the night
so Angus was lying naked on his back with a hardon lying up his belly. I
took the opportunity to watch him sleep and listen to the sound of his
breathing. I was still watching him when he woke up and caught me.

"What're you doing?" he asked, his eyes communicating the smile that his
moustache covered on his lips.

"Watching you sleep," I told him.

"Why?"

"You're beautiful."

He snorted and reached for me, pulling me on top of him. "You're daft," he
whispered in my ear.  His moustache tickled the side of my face. "Or just
plain horny."

I laughed at him and started to stroke his dick. The head looked very red
as the skin slid off of it.

"Go easy there or you'll have a fountain on your hands. I'm desperate for a
piss."

"We can't have that," I told him, releasing his dick, rolling off of him,
and giving him a shove in the side. "Go do it. I have to too."

We stood side by side peeing into the toilet. Then I took hold of his dick
and led him back to the bed. Our orgasms came more quickly this time, and
when we were finished I lay beside him with my head on his shoulder, my
belly pressed against his side, and my leg across his thighs high enough so
it was touching his big balls. He held me tight against him.

"Should anybody ask me," he told me, "I'd have to tell them you'd make a
very good addition to the family."

I was surprised by his comment. "Was last night an audition?"

"Lord, I hope so! I'd hate to think it was the final performance."

After breakfast he promised he'd try to get back before I went home, but he
told me not to change any plans on the chance that he'd come because his
continually changing travel schedule with his job might make it
impossible. We were alone by the front door as he was leaving, so he
grabbed me and gave me a long, deep kiss. "Don't worry if we don't get
together again this summer. I'm sure we'll have lots of opportunities in
the future."

In fact he did come once more that summer, but Sands and I and a group of
her friends were on the Mediterranean coast of France at the time and I was
having my first experience at a nude beach. It wasn't something I would
have missed even though I did get a slightly sunburned butt in spite of the
amount of suntan lotion a very helpful and very hot French guy had rubbed
onto my body.

To be continued
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