Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 08:43:17 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel ch 47

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 47 - 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 47 - Mike

Wednesday night that week I stayed over with Dad and Bob. I got there early
and was fixing dinner when Bob arrived. Before I left for England he'd
gotten used to me wearing an apron or nothing at all when I cooked, but
apparently seeing my bare butt sticking out of the apron caught him by
surprise and then struck him as funny because he started to laugh as soon
as he came through the kitchen door.

"Hello to you too," I told him.

"It just looked funny with your butt sticking out like that," he said as he
came over and kissed me on the cheek. The kiss wasn't something he'd been
doing before I left.

"To tell the truth, I know what you mean. I used to laugh at Dad for the
same thing so one Christmas I got him a transparent apron. That was really
funny looking with his dick mashed up against the plastic like a nose
pressed against a window."

"So you gave him that, huh?"

"Yeah. I don't know what happened to it, though. I couldn't find it
anywhere."

"We kinda wrecked it."

"You did?" I asked, turning to face him again. "How come?"

"Well, I got to kidding him about it. You know, about the way his dick
looked all mashed up against it like you said. Then I got to wondering what
it would look like if he was hard so I started doing stuff to him that
would give him a hardon. It worked. His dick looked even funnier sticking
up his belly and all mashed against the apron. I laughed at him and was
pointing at it and we got to horsing around. By the time we were done the
apron was sort of wrecked. Sorry."

"No problem. I got my money's worth out of it seeing his face when he
opened the box in front of the family that Christmas and then again when he
wore it for the first time. After that it was only a way of keeping grease
from popping out of the frying pan and onto his dick. I'm glad it gave you
two a hot time."

"Oh, it did. Honest!" he said with a smile on his face. "So do we get to
hear about the parts of your summer that you didn't put in your letters?"

I gave him an evil grin. "Try and stop me from telling you."

So I started telling them over dinner. I got hard from remembering what I'd
done and they got hard from hearing me talk about it. I was surprised by
how much sex I'd had and how many people I'd had it with because I really
hadn't thought about it before in a way that let me count it up like
that. We were a funny sight as we cleared the table and did the dishes, me
with my hardon sticking straight up my belly and the two of them with
theirs sticking out at a forty-five degree angle. I got brushed by both of
them several times before the kitchen was cleaned up. It took an effort for
me not to reach for one of them when that happened.

After dinner we all got cleaned up and sat in the living room to talk more
about the summer. I'd figured they were tired of hearing about it by then
and I would have gone on to talk about something else or just watched tv,
but they kept asking questions, particularly questions about how the sex
had happened. I had to admit I'd gotten used to it by the time I left, but
at first it wasn't like that. People I'd just met took it for granted we'd
be having sex and brought the subject up casually in conversation as the
afternoon or evening went on. It was awkward at first even though Sands was
there, and it was especially awkward when the two boy-girl couples broke up
into a girl couple and a boy couple because there was no effort at
seduction like Angus had put out to get me in the mood. Instead it was a
fairly mechanical stripping naked and getting right at it. Of course I got
into it once we started. It was the starting that felt strange.

"I always think the sex is better if you have some feeling for the person,"
Dad said. "I'm not talking about love. You could just like them. But
something."

"I feel that way too," Bob said with a smile, dropping his hand onto my
dad's thigh and squeezing it.

"Maybe that was the problem I was having," I told them. "I could do it with
no trouble. I mean, I got hard and all. And I came just fine. But it wasn't
as great as doing it with people I knew better.  I guess I really mean
people I liked because I've never done it with somebody I knew but didn't
like. It's confusing."

"Sex is always confusing even at the best of times," my dad said.

"No lie!" Bob added with a snort.

I got to thinking about the people I'd had sex with that I didn't know very
well, like Brad and the guys in the steam room and even Uncle Bill. With
some of them I didn't know them well at all.  Not enough to like them or
even not to like them. All I knew about them was they had hard dicks or hot
wet mouths or both. And I'd had fun with all of them. Well, all except for
the last time in the steam room. That certainly wasn't great. And by then
I'd pretty much decided I'd just as soon pass on doing it with those
guys. But I didn't think that was just because of what had happened. I
think I'd already had enough of doing it with them and what happened just
made me recognize it.  I guess in the end I decided sex with somebody new
was hot and exciting for a while but sex with somebody I liked was always
going to be better.

"So Angus thinks you'd be a good addition to their family?" Dad asked.

"That's what he said. It sure surprised me."

"How do you feel about Sands joining your family?"

I thought about just answering what he asked me and then I decided to be
honest about it. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'd want them both if I was
thinking about that. I mean both Bar and Sands. I don't know that I feel
any different about one than I do the other."

"Talk about complicating your life!" Bob said.

"But what do you feel?" Dad asked me. "Do you feel strongly about them or
do you just like them? Are you in love with them?"

I thought about it and then I said, "Is it a cop out to say I don't know
what it feels like to be in love?"

"No. Not at all," Dad said. "But since you know that about yourself, you
ought to think about what you're looking for that really has to be there in
somebody before you might think you love them."

"I do know some things it's not. I know for sure it's not sex. Not sex by
itself anyhow."

"You're lucky there," Bob said. "It's really easy to get the hots for
somebody when you're your age and think that means you're in love."

"I guess I've never wanted to have sex with anybody and then not been able
to do it. Maybe that figures into it somewhere."

"It probably does," my dad said. "Just like it does that you figured out
you can get tired of having sex with somebody you don't really care about."

"I would've sworn that couldn't happen! At least when I was younger I would
have. But now I can see it." The two possibilities seemed like a
puzzle. "You think maybe getting sex has been too easy so now I won't know
when I'm in love because of that?"

"No, I don't," Dad told me. "I think having had sex come easy to you means
you won't mistake wanting sex with someone for being in love with them."

"I guess I need to start thinking about what else I want in somebody
besides great sex."


"There's no big rush. Even if you think it's Sands and Bar you want, you
don't want to jump into anything because you're afraid they'll get away or
anything like that. And you can still fuck either or both of them while
you're trying to make up your mind. That's quite a consolation prize."

We watched tv for a while after that and then went to bed. My head had been
spinning from our talk and also from jet lag, which I thought each day I'd
gotten over only to have exhaustion drop on me like a heavy blanket in the
evening. Bob helped me make up the sofa and I went to sleep as soon as my
head hit the pillow.

When I woke up, it was dark and quiet. Usually I slept straight through the
night, but my sleeping pattern hadn't been the same since I'd gotten
home. I'd woken up during the night the night before as well. There was no
clock in the living room where I was sleeping, but it seemed late. I
suppose that was because I felt like I'd been asleep for a long time.

As I was trying to get comfortable so I could go back to sleep, I decided I
had to pee. I got up and started for the bathroom, which was through Dad
and Bob's bedroom. I realized I was a little dopey but I didn't want to
make the effort to wake up completely since I thought I'd go straight back
to sleep when I got back in bed.

When I got to their door, I opened it quietly because I knew Bob was a
light sleeper. I didn't exactly tip-toe across their room, but I did try
not to make any noise. As I got to the middle of the room, I realized Bob
was sitting up with his back toward me. I stopped to try to figure out what
I was seeing. Then it suddenly became clear what was going on. Bob was
straddling my dad and the chances were my dad's dick was buried inside
Bob's asshole. They were fucking.

I started moving and was inside the bathroom with the door closed a few
seconds later. At first I was embarrassed about having walked in on them,
but I decided there was nothing I could do about it and there was a chance
they hadn't even noticed me. I went ahead and peed and flushed the
toilet. That's when it occurred to me I would have to go back through their
room to get to my bed.

I sat on the toilet for a while and thought about what I could do. At first
I thought if I waited long enough, they would have time to finish and I
could pretend I hadn't seen anything, which I actually hadn't anyhow. I
would just go back to the living room and go to sleep. I realized almost
right away it would only work if they hadn't noticed me coming through in
the first place. That seemed pretty unlikely to me.

I tried several other scenarios in my mind, all less likely than the first
one I'd thought of. So finally I opened the door quietly and started
quickly across their bedroom to the door. I tried not to look at the bed
and was half way to the door when my dad said, "Hold on a second, Mike."

I stopped moving and turned my head to look at them. Bob was lying beside
my dad.

"I'm really sorry," I told them, trying to explain I'd thought it was the
middle of the night and they'd be asleep.

"Well, it's early," Dad said. "I don't think we've been in bed even a half
an hour yet."

"I'm really sorry," I said again.

"Bob and I had a little talk while you were in the bathroom. Why don't you
come get in with us instead of going back to the sofa? I mean if you want
to."

My dick understood before my brain did, standing straight up my belly. "You
sure?" I asked.

"We're sure," Bob said as he sat up in the bed and wiggled down toward the
foot. He patted a place between himself and my dad.

I went over to the bed and slid in, sitting where Bob had indicated. I was
nervous and excited at the same time. Now that I was closer I could see
they were both hard and my dad's dick was shiny with lube.

I felt awkward. If it had been just my dad and me, I would have known what
to do right away.  But Bob being there complicated things. It wasn't that
Bob wasn't hot looking because he was. I even sort of came on to him once
in the hot tub when we'd first met him. But now everything was different. I
didn't know what I should do. And I had a real sense of wanting to be sure
I didn't do anything wrong.

While I was hesitating, my dad reached up and started to pull my head down
towards his face. I think I resisted at first because I was unsure of what
to do. Then I felt the pressure on the back of my neck ease up and I knew
my dad was taking his hand away. This had all happened in a few seconds,
but I figured out right away that my resisting was the same as telling him
I didn't want to do what he was giving me the chance to do. That wasn't
what I meant at all. I leaned over immediately and kissed him on the
mouth. I felt his lips open under mine and his hand touch the back of my
head again. I slid my tongue into his mouth. I was so excited I could
barely stand it.  My dick began to hurt as it swelled to its maximum
fullness.

As I put my hand onto my dad's chest and ran my fingers through the silky
hair, I felt Bob's hands touch my leg and then slide upwards over my thigh
and onto my back and belly. I wanted him to know I wasn't excluding him so
I finished the kiss with my dad and sat up, putting a hand behind Bob's
head and pulling him toward me. He was ready to be kissed, opening his
mouth as soon as my lips touched his. Our tongues met in the middle as they
started out in search of each other. At the same time I felt my dad's hand
slide up my back and his lips press themselves against me near the top of
my crack. Bob was also still rubbing my back and belly. My dick continued
to throb painfully. Somehow I was managing to pay attention to it all. I
didn't want to miss a thing. It was something I never imagined happening.

The three of us moved around against each other until we were completely
intertwined. Bob's dick left a trail of precum along my thigh and my dad's
dick rubbed against my knee smearing on a coating of lube and precum. We
hugged and kissed and licked and sucked on whatever was near us as our six
arms pulled us together and our six hands searched for something to
caress. We even shared a few sloppy three-way kisses with lips mashed
together and tongues licking whatever they could reach.

Since I'd ended up in the middle between them, I began to work my way
downwards, licking on Bob's chest and sucking his nipples as I moved. I
could feel my dad's dick sliding up my back and leaving a trail of precum
and whatever lube was left. I grasped Bob's hard dick and squeezed it. It
felt good in my hand, solid and thick and just a little shorter than my
own. I could feel the ridge where the head extended outward over the
shaft. The skin was tight as if he'd been cut close the way I had. I used
my thumb to rub his precum around the head. He moaned loudly as I did it
and then even more loudly when I replaced my thumb with my mouth.

As I licked and teased Bob's dick, I felt my dad's hands slide all over my
body, caressing me and hugging me, until one of his hands found my dick and
began to stroke it slowly. Dad kissed my neck and my shoulders as his other
hand found my asshole and his finger began to circle it. I pushed back
against it so he would know how badly I wanted it inside me. It went away,
but a minute or so later it was back applying lube in an almost tickling
circular motion. When he pushed it into me, it slid in easily. And then I
felt his fingertip touch my prostate and I got the old familiar surge of
pleasure.

I continued to work my lips lower on Bob's dick until I had the head in my
throat. Bob moaned and made other noises to encourage me as I sucked and
massaged the head of his dick in my throat. At the same time I felt two
fingers slide into me, stretching me slightly. They twisted and slid in and
out, barely touching my prostate but still giving me pleasure.

After a while I let Bob's dick slide out of my mouth so I could lick his
balls. They were already pulled tight against him, but I managed to get
them in my mouth and suck on them one at a time.  As I was starting to move
back up Bob's dick, Dad slid three fingers slowly into me. They were really
stretching me, but he seemed to know just how far to go before the pain got
bad. Most of what I felt was a stretching sensation rather than real
pain. And just as he pushed them all the way in, I deep-throated Bob's dick
and swallowed quickly several times.

A minute or so later I felt Dad's fingers pull out of me and the head of
his dick press against me.  We were both lying on our sides with him behind
me. I felt his hand press against my belly right over my pubic hair as his
dick began to push into me. I pushed backwards hard and the head popped
in. I felt my dad stop moving and wait but I couldn't stay still. I forced
my mouth up and down Bob's dick as my asshole adjusted to the size of what
was inside me.  When I was ready for more, I pushed back against my dad.

He began to push forward. His dick slid into me slowly until I felt his
pubic hair press against my butt. He wrapped his hand around my dick and
began to stroke it slowly while keeping his dick pressed deeply into me.

Bob began to move around but didn't pull his dick from my mouth. Once he
settled again, I realized he'd shifted to a position where he could suck my
dick too. I continued to piston my mouth slowly on and off his dick as he
licked mine and then began to take it into his mouth. He had gotten about
half of it in when my dad began to slide his dick out of me very slowly. I
held still and enjoyed the feel of lips sliding down my dick while a dick
slid through the muscle of my asshole.

By the time Dad was sliding his dick back into me, Bob was pulling his
mouth off of my dick.  They quickly established a rhythm where they
alternated, one withdrawing as the other pressed forward. I fell in with
the rhythm too, sliding my lips up and down Bob's dick in time with them.

After a few minutes when I was rubbing my hands over Bob's butt and thighs,
I slid my fingers across his asshole. When I felt the lube there, I
remembered right away that they had been fucking when I'd come into their
room. I began to circle his asshole with a finger. I could tell he was
already loosened up from having my dad's dick inside him. I pushed my
finger forward and it slid straight in as I searched for his prostate. As
soon as I touched it, his dick pulsed and I tasted precum. I kept rubbing
his prostate as I slid my lips up and down the length of his hard dick. He
took hold of one of my butt cheeks and began to alternately squeeze and let
up. When he suddenly squeezed me and didn't let go, I knew he was about to
cum. I applied more pressure to his prostate and withdrew my mouth until I
had only the head inside. I was licking the head as the first shot of cum
shot out.

His body went rigid as he came. His hips bucked forward slightly and his
asshole squeezed my finger as each burst of cum went through his dick.

I felt my dad press deeply into me and hold his dick there as I swallowed
quickly to take in all of Bob's cum. I didn't know how much cum he usually
produced or how recently he and my dad had had sex, but there seemed to be
a lot. It could have been that what we were doing had made him particularly
hot. It was certainly having that effect on me.

When he finished, he pulled his dick from my mouth and let mine slide out
of his. At the same time I felt my dad pull his dick completely out of
me. I wondered what was happening when my dad rolled me onto my back,
lifted up my legs, and pushed a folded pillow between my butt and the
bed. In no time at all he was between my spread knees shoving his dick back
into me in one fluid motion. Not only did it feel good all by itself as it
glided into me, but I got an extra thrill as the head bumped over my
prostate. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tight against
me. As he leaned forward I put my arms around him and pulled his chest
against mine.  We kissed each other, playing with each other's tongues as
he pulled his dick slowly out until only the head was still inside.

I knew what I was doing now. There was no need to hesitate. My dad must
have felt the same way because we fell into a rhythm with each other so
easily it could have been only a day since he'd last fucked me instead of
the years it had actually been. On each downstroke the head of his dick
rubbed across my prostate. On each upstroke I felt a light touch there that
kept the pleasure from ending too quickly.


A few minutes into the fuck Bob rolled against us, pressing his mouth
against the sides of ours.  We turned our heads slightly to include him in
the kiss as I felt his hand move down my belly.  When he grasped my dick I
realized he had lubed his hand. I was afraid I'd cum too fast if he began
to stroke me. I didn't want this too end too soon. But he held my dick
lightly without moving his hand. My dick slid forward a short way through
his hand each time my dad reached the bottom of his stroke and pulled back
the same distance each time he withdrew. Because of the lube my dick was
actually getting less stimulation than it had been when it was rubbing
against my dad's belly lubricated only by his sweat.

He continued to fuck me while Bob helped keep me from cumming so the
pleasure built and built. Then I felt the unmistakable sensation that
signaled the point of no return. I threw my head back and broke our
three-way kiss as I gasped for breath.

Both of them understood this was it for me. My dad began to fuck me faster
and Bob tightened his hand around my dick. I came as hard as I ever had in
my life. If I hadn't been pinned to the bed I couldn't have stayed still. I
shot through Bob's hand all over my chest and belly and my dad's as
well. And as I was coming to the end of my orgasm, I felt my dad's dick
swell up as he held it tight inside me to shoot the first of his load. I
opened my eyes to see him kissing Bob as he pumped his cum into me.

When he was finished, he rolled off of me so I was between him and Bob. I
kissed Bob as I shoved the pillow out from under me. Then the three of us
lay intertwined as I felt my cum drying on my belly.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I told them, "Sex really is better if you
care about the people you're doing it with."


To be continued
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