Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 08:32:12 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel Chapter 49

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 49 - 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 49 - Mike

My second year of college seemed to pass faster than the first. During my
first year I'd always had free time, time that sometimes hung heavy on my
hands. I didn't realize it then, but I'd been as dependent on Chris as he'd
felt he was on me. I took it for granted he'd be there whenever I wanted to
spend time with him because he always had been. When he wasn't, I sometimes
didn't know what to do with myself. That made me think more about the way
he felt people reacted to the two of us when we were together. I realized
what a good friend he'd always been to me and I was glad we'd grown close
together again at the end of the year.

Once I changed schools I immediately become part of the very close group of
Bar and Sands's friends. There's no doubt I was accepted so easily because
of the two of them, but as the year moved along, people from this group
began to seek me out for reasons other than our membership in the
group. And while I didn't think about dating anyone for the longest time
after I'd moved, I was asked out on dates several times by both men and
women, some of whom weren't even part of our group. I felt a little guilty
at first about accepting because I was living and having sex on a regular
basis with Bar and Sands, but they encouraged me to go, so I did. As a
result, I began to feel I was being accepted for myself.

I'd had gotten the impression from the weekend I'd spent visiting them the
year before and from the way the summer had gone that my life once I moved
was going to be one continuous round of partying. I worried about that,
knowing that however quick-minded I might be, I still had to study to keep
my grades up. And there was a lot of partying, but it was almost always
limited to weekends and vacations. Evenings during the week Sands would
disappear into her room behind a closed door and study. Bar and I studied
together in 'our' room, where in fact the two of us did occasionally sleep
without Sands. And even when the three of us did sleep together, it was
sometimes for the puppy comfort of pressing up against warm familiar
bodies. Sex didn't always happen.

Having Bar there when I was studying was a big help to me. He and I were in
the same major, though he was a year ahead of me. That meant he'd already
had the courses I was taking and could nearly always explain things I
didn't understand on first reading. We also found after a while that since
we both liked to study while stretched out on the bed, we tended to lie on
each other and caress each other casually as we studied. It wasn't exactly
sexual, but it wasn't not sexual either. As a result, we were nearly always
ready for sex when our study time was over.  Looking back I realized he and
I had had sex with each other much more often than the two of us did with
Sands. But then, when it was the three of us, Sands got all of our combined
attention, so she probably hadn't been deprived either.

Toward the middle of October Jack and Julie invited us over for
dinner. Like the time I'd been there for brunch, Jack met us at the
door. I'd seen him a few times on campus, but this was the first time I'd
been close enough to talk to him since the last meal I'd had at his
house. He was a hot looking guy with blond hair and a neatly-trimmed
beard. I remembered his nickname was 'beercan', so I glanced at his crotch
as we walked up the front steps expecting to see a bulge in his
slacks. They were pleated and somewhat loose, but still I'd expected to see
more of a bulge than was there. I wondered if I'd been mistaken and he'd
gotten the nickname for a different reason. It was very possible I'd missed
something considering how drunk I'd been at the time.

After we had dinner, we filled our glasses and carried them along with a
full bottle of wine outside to the hot tub. Julie pulled the straps of her
full loose dress off of her shoulders and let it fall to the deck around
her feet. She wasn't wearing anything else. She stepped out of the dress,
squatted down to she could sit on the rim of the tub, and slid into the
water with long low moan.  I didn't doubt the hot water felt good since the
air was very cool. The rest of us shed our clothes and followed her into
the water.

I kept an eye on Jack as he dropped his pants. His arms, legs, chest,
belly, and crotch were covered with curly blond hair. I looked as hard as I
could at his crotch without actually staring at it. It was obvious there
was a dick there nestled in the hair between his legs, but it didn't stick
out beyond his pubic hair. I wondered if his nickname was some sort of a
joke.

Julie, on the other hand, stared straight at me as I pulled down my
boxers. She was so obvious about it that I started to get embarrassed,
which along with the cold air caused my dick to shrink down to its smallest
size. To make it worse, Sands came to my rescue by telling Julie, "Wait
'til he warms up. Then you'll really see something." There was no doubt
what she was talking about.

My embarrassment tapered off once I was in the water. We enjoyed the warmth
in companionable silence for a little while before Julie took hold of my
arm and pulled me towards her. Once she had me settled between her legs
with my back against her chest, she began to rub my shoulders and
arms. Jack, who was sitting opposite me, slid one of his feet under my legs
and pulled them up onto his knees. Then he started massaging me too,
working upwards from my feet. The attention along with the warmth of the
water caused my dick to harden. It wasn't long before both of them had felt
it and my balls.

"Very nice. Just as you said," Julie told Sands as she gently squeezed my
dick. "Now it's Bar's turn."

Jack pulled me toward him until I was straddling his legs as Julie pulled
Bar into the place I had vacated. I felt hands on my back which could have
been either Sands's or Bar's. I held onto Jack's shoulders to keep from
falling over. Jack began to rub my chest and shoulders while raising his
legs and causing me to slide down his thighs toward his crotch. When my
legs came into contact with the bench, I bent them so that my knees slid
forward along the bench and my shins were flat on it. My crotch eventually
came to rest against Jack's as he kissed me.

I was surprised by what I felt pressing against me, especially considering
what I'd seen sprouting from his crotch when we'd take our clothes off. I
slid my hands down his chest and across his belly until I touched my own
dick and the very large thing that was pressed against it that could only
have been his dick. It was every bit as big around as a beer can and about
as long as a beer can is tall. I kept feeling, rubbing it, and squeezing it
to convince myself that it was real.

"That feels good," Jack whispered as he slid his cheek along mine and
kissed me again, pushing his tongue past my lips.

I'd been trying to gauge what I had hold of, not trying make him feel good,
but I was willing to do that too. I began to concentrate on stroking and
caressing his dick. At the same time I was building a mental picture of
it. The shaft was the same size top to bottom, a very large size for a
dick. The head was flattish and overhung the shaft making a substantial lip
all around it. He was cut too and the skin on the shaft was tight.

"Oh, yes!" he said into my ear as I continued to stroke him.

I was rubbing my own dick with the backs of my hands as I stroked his. I
noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sands had slid up onto the deck on
her back and Julie was climbing out of the tub. I wondered what Bar was
doing when I felt his cheek slide against mine as his hands moved around my
sides and down to my crotch. He began stroking my dick with one hand and
Jack's with the other. I could feel his hardon pressing against my back. I
turned my head so we could kiss. As we did, Jack began to lick my ear.

After a few minutes of that Jack put his hands under my arms and pressed. I
understood he wanted me to stand up. He stood up with me and started to get
out of the tub pulling me along with him. He maneuvered us so I was lying
on my back and he was on his hands and knees next to me but facing in the
opposite direction. I wondered what would happen next because I doubted I
could get my mouth around his dick and I definitely wasn't going to let him
fuck me with it. As I began to lick his dick while I stroked it, I could
see that Julie was on her hands and knees between Sands's bent knees with
her face pressed into Sands's crotch. Bar had gotten out of the tub behind
them and was positioning his dick to slide it into Julie's pussy.

I lost interest in what they were doing as Jack took my whole dick into his
mouth and throat in one motion. He worked so intensely on my dick that he
brought me to the edge of an orgasm in just a few minutes. After that he
slowed down and teased me, licking my dick, balls, and perineum back to my
asshole and caressing the insides of my thighs.

I tried to vary what I was doing to him as well, but it was difficult
because of the size of his dick and because he had pretty much pinned me to
the deck when he moved over me. I knew he was getting excited because
precum began to flow from his dick. I used it to lubricate his balls as I
slid them around in my fingers.

After we'd been playing for a while, Bar joined us. He knelt behind my head
and slid his dick in next to Jack's. He was still hard so I knew he hadn't
cum yet. He began a fucking motion with his hips, so I pushed Jack's dick
up against his belly and held Bar's against it. It took both hands to keep
the two of them together. Their combined precum provided enough lubrication
for the two dicks to slide against each other easily. Once I had a firm
grip on them, I began to help by rubbing both dicks around the head. I
could see Bar's balls starting to draw up after a while and I felt Jack
begin sucking my dick as if he meant to bring me off, so I guessed he was
ready to cum too. I was the first to shoot followed almost right away by
Jack. His cum dropped onto my belly as it spurted out of his dick.

Once Jack started to cum, I could tell from the way he was moving his hips
that he couldn't stand the continued stimulation of Bar's dick rubbing
against the head of his dick so I let the two dicks separate. I stroked
Jack's shaft as he finished cumming and wrapped my hand around Bar's dick
as he continued his fucking motion. After a short time he came too,
shooting his cum on top of Jack's on my belly. Then the three of us dropped
into a heap.

I found out from Bar later that no one ever attempted to take Jack's dick
into their mouths or assholes. "It's just too big," he told me. "It's a
good thing he's bisexual or he'd have to settle for being jerked off all
the time." After a minute he added, "I remember Jack every time I start
thinking I'd like to have a bigger dick."

I just laughed.

Shortly after Christmas I got a letter offering me a summer job at the bank
in London where Bar had worked the previous summer.

"Did you engineer this?" I asked him, showing him the letter.

"Yes," he said with a smile.

"Last year the bank on the island. This year I change schools. Next year
the bank in London. So what? You figure I'm gonna follow in your footsteps
from now on?" I was actually grateful he'd done it but I'd learned by this
time that he didn't like to be thanked for doing things for people.
Neither did Sands. He'd already told me, "That's what friends are for."

"You could do a lot worse," he said. "Besides, Uncle Angus is hot for your
body and I couldn't think of any other way of delivering you to him."

"Oh, I'm gonna be a sex slave. That's the deal, huh?"

"Like I said, you could do a lot worse."

"That's the truth. He's definitely hot. Anything else I ought to know?"

"Our parents are going to offer to put you up for the summer. They just
don't know it yet. And I'm going to be at a bank in London too, but not the
same one as you. I suppose you'll have to share my room with me."

"I can deal with that. Should I get my mom to write a thank-you note to
your parents or should I wait until they invite me."

"You should probably wait. You'll just confuse them otherwise."

So I spent that summer in London, though this time I couldn't travel around
as freely as I had the summer before I'd started college because of my
job. Sands was seldom in London during the week, though the three of us
spent nearly every weekend together at one or another of their friends'
houses. This time I knew most of the people from the last time I had been
there. There was a lot of sex.

In the evenings during the week Bar began to introduce me to London's gay
nightlife. I was amazed at how much there was. As we went to different
places he ran into lots of guys he knew.  They acted as if they were his
closest friends, pouring out gossip about yet other guys that Bar knew but
I didn't, but after a while I realized from Bar's behavior that he thought
of them as 'people he knew' rather than friends. We only ever saw one
person I met on those evenings at anyone's house.

In the fall we moved back to the condo which I'd begun to think of as
home. I'd finally gotten a handle on how Bar and Sands thought about
money. I'd felt for a while as if I was taking advantage of them and that
they would surely get tired of it at some point, which I didn't want to
have happen. But then I began to understand. They took it for granted I'd
pay my own expenses, but in situations where they would have paid for
something for themselves, they included me as well and didn't expect me to
so much as offer to pay my part. In fact, when I tried to make an issue of
it after I'd first moved in with them, Bar told me to "get over it".

Sometimes their generosity even extended to excessive gifts, always
presented as something I'd do them a favor by accepting. For instance, I'd
meant to pay my own air fare to London, but I was going coach on the
cheapest ticket I could get while they would be flying first class.
Suddenly I found myself in possession of a first-class ticket "because we
want you to sit with us." I grumbled over it for days until Sands told me,
"You worry too much about money. If we ever think you're taking advantage
of us, we'll tell you." Bar added, "Don't ever doubt it."

So we came back from London and started our second year living together in
their condo. It crossed my mind from time to time that it could also be my
last since both of them were scheduled to graduate at the end of the
year. Then Bar told me late in the fall that he had been accepted into the
MBA program and would be staying put for at least one and possibly two more
years. I could tell from other things he said that he took it for granted I
would continue to live in the condo.

I wondered what Sands would be doing since I knew graduate school was out
of the question for her. She planned to be a well-educated wife and mother,
as she had told me many times. I knew I'd really miss her if she left, but
I couldn't imagine why she would stay there when she could be living in
London or apparently anywhere else on earth that suited her. I didn't give
it a lot of thought, though, since I was sure I'd see her frequently.

One night in March of their senior year Bar, Sands, and I were having a
marathon sex session. I'd noticed as the year progressed that the three of
us tended to get together alone for sex more than we had the previous
year. At first I'd thought it was because so many of Bar and Sands's
friends had graduated and left, but just before Christmas we had a party
and I realized how many of our occasional sexual partners were still
around. Only two or three of them were part of the inner circle that had
sex with Bar and Sands together or even knew that the two of them had sex
with each other. But there were still quite a few people there we could
have had sex with again if we'd asked them or accepted when they'd asked
us. We just weren't seeing them very often.

That March night we played for hours. I doubted any of us could have said
how many times Sands had cum, but I knew Bar and I had come only once. We
were working on our second time as I fucked him and Sands alternately
watched or caressed one or the other of us. Unlike me, who liked to be
fucked on my back so there would be maximum contact with my prostate, Bar
liked to be fucked in several different positions, starting in one and
moving to others as the fucking progressed. I'd been fucking him for some
time, certainly more than half an hour, when I pulled out of his asshole,
rolled him onto his back, pushed his legs up and out, and shoved my dick
back into him. He grunted each time my dick hit bottom. Sands reached over
and started running a fingertip around his dick just below the rim of the
head. His foreskin was gathered there held off the head by its own snugness
and the flare of the rim. His foreskin was very sensitive but we all knew
that rubbing it would only give him more pleasure, not get him off. I was
nowhere near ready to cum and I didn't mean for him to cum very soon
either. It was the kind of situation where we would sometimes get into
conversations that weren't always sexual.

This time Bar started one. "I've been thinking," he said between grunts.

"I thought you'd be past thinking by now," I told him as I ground my crotch
against him and twisted my dick inside him. His grunt was louder and longer
that time.

"Very funny," he said with another grunt. "But this is important
(grunt). Sands and I have talked (grunt) about this for a while now
(grunt)."

Sands, meantime, had stopped caressing his dick and moved her hand to my
balls. She was dragging her fingers over them lightly. When she had moved
around to reach me, her own crotch had come into view and I could now see
she had a finger inside herself. I couldn't believe she could stand to have
yet another orgasm.

"We want to talk to you about this," she said. "We were just waiting for
the right time."

"This is a funny time to pick," I said as I continued to pound my dick into
Bar. Sands's fingernails raking lightly across my balls were giving me
chills and causing me to grind my dick into Bar and to lift him slightly
before I started the outward half of my stroke.

"I think it's the perfect time," Bar said with a loud grunt.

"Definitely. I agree," Sands said.

"Ok, so talk to me," I said as I continued to focus on the effect my dick
was having on Bar as it moved into him.

There was a long pause while Sands moved around so she was lying next to
Bar. I could look at both their faces as I continued to fuck Bar. Then
Sands said, "We want you to marry us."

I was so surprised I lost my rhythm and ended up with my dick falling
completely out of Bar's asshole. "What?" I finally got out. I continued to
kneel there supporting myself with my hands on Bar's calves and my dick
hovering over his gaping asshole.

"Actually you could only marry me," Sands said, "but we mean for it to go
on being the three of us together like it has been. We mean for the three
of us to be a married couple." She got a funny look on her face and added,
"I guess I mean a family."

As she spoke, Bar took hold of my dick, pulled me toward him, and placed
the head into his already-open asshole. I pushed it into him and began to
fuck him again, but I was doing it on autopilot. My mind was a long way
from my dick. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind. I didn't realize
how long I had been silent until Sands asked me, "Well, are you going to
say anything?"

"Uh, sorry! You just surprised me. I wasn't expecting it."

"You want to think about it for a while?" Bar asked. He was grunting hard
again because I was really pounding him though I wasn't doing it on
purpose.

"No, I don't. I love you both. I've known that for a while now. I just
couldn't figure out how I'd be able to choose between you. I couldn't stand
the idea that one of you wouldn't always be there. I'm just trying to think
this through."

"We love you too," Sands said. "We couldn't believe how lucky we were to
find you. And we've thought it through."

I'd apparently been fucking harder and harder as we talked because Bar's
grunts had been replaced by oof's and his head was bent sideways and mashed
against the headboard. I decided we needed to finish the fuck so we could
talk. "Can you cum yet?" I asked him.

"Oh yes!" he said trying to squeeze his abused asshole tight around my
dick.

At the same time Sands leaned over and began to suck his dick. I felt the
squeezing of my dick inside him that told me his cum was on its way. I let
go and came at almost the same time.  Afterwards we lay together
intertwined and talked about how we'd make our three way marriage work.

"What about kids?" I asked.

"They'll have to be yours and mine," Sands said. "Don't want to remix his
genes and mine.  We're too much alike already. Too much danger."

"But there's another side of that coin," Bar said. "She and I are so much
alike that the kids you two have together will be virtually the same as
yours and mine would have been if I'd've been born a woman."

"You don't want kids of your own?"

"It's not so much a matter of wanting them as knowing what my sexual
orientation is. I can perform with a woman, but I'm attracted almost
completely to men. I mean except for Sands, and there it's not really the
sex. Worst thing I could do is marry some poor woman just to have
children. There'd practically be a guarantee I'd make her unhappy and be
unhappy myself. The other option would be one of those cold marriages
arranged just for breeding and the exchange of money. This way Sands and I
both get the man we love and I get kids that are as near mine as they could
be."

And that's what they got. Sands and I were married in a country church in
England at the end of the summer. Bar, of course, was my best man. Every
one of my relatives as well as Charlie's parents came over from home. Chris
and his parents came too. The people Sands invited filled the two-thirds of
the church that was left after my guests were seated. There were three
times as many people at the reception as had been at the wedding. I doubt
any single person knew everyone who was there.

Grandfather was beside himself as Sands's father introduced him around. I
was never going to like him, but I'd gotten past hating him. My dad
whispered to me that I'd one-upped him at his own social-climbing game and
we both had a good laugh over it.

Sands or I made sure Bar was right beside us all through the reception just
as he had been during the wedding itself. We wanted it to seem like it was
as much his wedding as ours, particularly since both she and I saw it
exactly that way. And he stayed with us until he disappeared at a pre-
arranged time to meet us for our wedding night. Almost no one who knew us
thought it was odd that Bar showed up in nearly every one of our honeymoon
photos.

Sands had gone off the pill a few weeks before the wedding and Bar began
using condoms that same night. Our son Andrew missed being born on our
first anniversary by one day.


End of Part II.  If you're interested in there being a Part III - Jason and
Andrew - just let me know.

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