Date: Wed, 06 Dec 2000 08:20:47 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 9"  (incest) (adult-youth)

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family (continued)

by Tim Foure
copyright 2000 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 9   Mike

I only saw Charlie one time until after Christmas. That's when Mom started
having him come to the house for dinner once in a while instead of them
going out all the time.  At first I wasn't there when he came. She had him
come a couple of nights when I was staying over at Chris's house.

I kinda wondered if they were having sex. Chris was sure they were. It
didn't make any difference to me, but it was something I thought about. I
thought about sex nearly all the time. It was just that Dad had said Mom
wasn't all that much into sex except when they were sunburned on their
honeymoon. And I couldn't just come out and ask her like I would have
Dad. I had a hard time thinking of where they would do it if they actually
were doing it.  I mean, if they went out, I couldn't see Mom doing it with
him in his car. But then I thought about them going back to his place to do
it. That was hard to picture too. It was hard to picture Mom having sex at
all, just like the time Dad and I talked about her masturbating.

The first time I was home when Charlie came for dinner, I know they didn't
have sex because he went home at bedtime. That made me think maybe they
hadn't done it yet. But when I told Chris, he said, "Whacha think, they
were gonna do it right in front of you? They were just trying to throw you
off the track. I betcha they fuck like bunnies when you're not there."

It was hard to imagine my mom fucking like a bunny, but I let it go because
there wasn't any point in arguing with Chris about sex. Everything he knew
or believed he knew about sex, he knew with absolute certainty. He
continued to believe Charlie and my mom were fucking like bunnies even
after he had been there several times for dinner and had seen Charlie go
home rather than spend the night.

"I'm telling ya, it's just a trick. They just don't want ya to know about
it."

"Why not?" I asked. "It's not like I care whether they're doing it or not."

"Yeah, well, they don't know that. He might be afraid you'd be pissed off
if you knew he was sticking it to your mom. Plus that's just the way women
are. They're not supposed to like it like guys do. She doesn't want you to
figure out she likes it."

Some of what he said made sense to me despite the contradictions. I could
believe Charlie and Mom weren't having sex because she didn't like it all
that much. What I couldn't believe was they were sneaking around doing it
and then pretending they weren't. I knew all about sneaking around to have
sex since Chris and I had been doing that very thing for a long
time. Chris's mom came way too close to catching us a bunch of times so
Chris had to make up weird lies to explain what we were doing. She might
not have figured out what we were really doing, but she knew we were up to
something we were trying to hide. Charlie and Mom never behaved like
that. That made me believe they weren't doing it.

Then one night we were sitting at the dinner table and Mom asked Charlie to
stay overnight. I thought right away, 'They HAVE been doing it all along.'
I didn't care, but it did make me think maybe Chris was right all this
while.

I was just going to ignore it since it didn't have anything to do with me.
Then Charlie asked me if it was alright with me. I told him I didn't care
one way or the other. It wasn't any of my business if they were doing
it. But he pushed it, asking me the same thing again.  Since I was really
still half convinced they weren't doing it, it occurred to me that Charlie
was asking something else and I wasn't getting it.

So I asked him, just to make it clear, if he was talking about doing it or
what. But I didn't want to come right out and ask him that, so I asked him
if he was staying in my mom's room. I figured he wouldn't be sleeping in
her bed if they weren't going to do it. Then, just because I might be wrong
about it even though I didn't think so and he might just be staying
overnight, I asked him if he was talking about maybe bunking in with
me. That would have been fine with me too. I figured it would give me a
chance to see him naked.

But I was right the first time and they were planning on doing it. That
made me think of Chris telling me they fucked like bunnies whenever they
got a chance. It was funny to picture them all furry and white and fucking
each other. It made me want to laugh. It also made me remember something
Stu, Chris's brother, told us about women screaming when you finally made
them cum. Stu and my dad both said it took women a lot longer to get
excited than it did men, so it stood to reason they might scream when they
came. I figured since we were talking about it, I could just ask.

My mom was real upset when I did and Charlie looked like he was going to
choke. I decided again I might be wrong, so I just came right out and asked
if they were going to do it or not. That made Mom even crazier. I told them
I was just asking in case I had it all wrong or something, but I got the
idea they wanted to know if it was going to bother me if they had
sex. Charlie told me I was right, that was what he was asking me. Mom just
stared off into space.

So I told them both they could do what they wanted and it wasn't going to
bother me. But all this while I was picturing these funny white rabbits
with Mom's and Charlie's faces humping like crazy. I tried to make a joke
out of it about them chasing each other around the house. I could just see
them in bunny suits doing that.

Charlie got the joke and started to laugh. He told Mom I had been joking
with them the whole time. It was fine with me if he thought that so I just
let it ride. But I thought I ought to say one more thing to make get it
real clear I knew they were going to do it and it didn't bother me at all.

I guess that kind of eased things up some, because the rest of the night
they were giving each other looks. There wasn't any doubt in my mind they
would be doing it as soon as they got her bedroom door closed.

I couldn't wait to get to bed either. All the talk about sex and the way
they were behaving after that made me want to jerk off real bad. I made
myself wait until bedtime and then I spent a long time jerking off real
slow. Mom never did scream but I hoped she got to cum anyhow.

The next morning I still had sex on the brain, at least as much as I can
have anything on the brain when I first wake up. Mom got me moving and I
went into the bathroom. I was only half awake until I got in the shower,
but then I started to come to and I got to thinking about sexy things
again. I usually don't like to jerk off in the morning because I'm not
awake enough to really feel it good when I cum, but this morning was
different. I was having a great time stroking my dick with a big handful of
lather when all of a sudden the door opened.

I was really surprised because we never just open a door into somebody's
room or the bathroom.  We always knock first and wait. If we don't get told
we can come in, then we don't. It's not like that at Chris's house. People
just walk in on you there without saying anything. That's what Charlie did,
he just walked in.

There wasn't any way I could hide what I was doing. He knew right away. But
he was so cool about it. He just told me he liked to jerk off in the shower
too and went on into the toilet stall. I figured there wasn't any point in
acting like it didn't happen, so I finished jerking off. Getting caught
like that was actually kind of hot. I already rinsing the suds off when he
asked if he could flush. I'm glad he did because you can get scalded if
somebody flushes while you're in the shower.

When I got out of the shower and was drying off, I realized he was naked. I
hadn't noticed that when he surprised me. I dried myself while he was
laying out his toothbrush and all. I noticed he was kind of looking me over
in the mirror, so I made sure he got to see everything. I knew I was still
mostly hard the way you are after you finish jerking off. But he knew I was
jerking off so he had to know I was hard. I mean he's a doctor, after
all. I just let it show.

I got a good look at him at the same time too. He was in pretty good shape.
He was taller than my dad but not as hairy. Only his legs and arms and a
place in the middle of his chest had any hair. He wasn't in as good a shape
as my dad either but he still wasn't fat or anything. His dick looked like
it would be pretty good size when it was hard. I thought it was about half
hard right then. And he was uncut too but his dick was more wrinkled
looking than my dad's.

I figured since he brought up jerking off and him doing it too, I could
just ask him if he was telling me the truth or if he was just trying to
make me feel better. I was also wondering what the chances were I would
really get to see him doing it sometime if he kept staying over. He was
pretty direct about it and told me he did it too and I would probably get
to see it. I was going to ask him if he was going to do it when he got in
the shower because his dick looked like it was on its way up, but I decided
I better not. I figured even if he wouldn't be upset about me seeing him do
it, he probably didn't mean he just wanted me to stay there and watch. I
would have liked to have seen him do it, though.

I couldn't wait to tell Chris about it when I got to school, but I didn't
get a chance because we were almost late. When Mom hadn't come down by the
time I was dressed and had my breakfast, I went and started to beat on her
door. It took me a long time to get her to answer, and then she flew past
me with her hair still wet and ran down the stairs. I followed her. That
was the first time I ever saw her leave the house without fixing herself up
first. She was even wearing her bathrobe under her coat.

During lunch I told Chris about Charlie staying over and explained why I
was nearly late.

"You know why your mom was running behind, doncha?" he asked.

"Why?" I wanted to know.

"He was slipping it to her." And just in case I didn't get what he was
saying, he made a doughnut with one hand and started sliding the index
finger of the other back and forth in the hole.

"You're crazy! She was still in the shower."

"You can do it in the shower, ya know."

"Man, you got sex on the brain! My mom'd never do that!"

"Look at the facts. She's never late. Usually she's early. Charlie stayed
overnight with her. She doesn't answer you when you pound on the door and
yell. She comes running out in her bathrobe with her hair wet. This is the
woman who won't drive me home in the rain without putting on her lipstick
and combing her hair. She was getting fucked, I'm telling ya!"

I had to admit he had a point.

"So how we gonna get to see Charlie with a hardon?" Chris asked. I had told
him about my meeting with Charlie in the bathroom.

"No way I can think of."

"Maybe he'll jerk off in the shower and you can see it."

"I'm hoping he will too."

"That's not gonna do me much good though. I might have to start staying
over at your house more."

"That's ok with me." But it did seem less likely to me that Charlie would
jerk off in front of the two of us than if I was there alone.

"So, anybody home at your house this afternoon?" he asked with a familiar
grin

"Nope," I told him with a big smile, thereby confirming that we could suck
each other off there after school.

"Cool. I'll call my mom and tell her I'm staying over. Maybe tomorrow
morning he'll jerk off and we can both see him."

After his call we took turns standing guard at the bathroom door so we
could each jerk off before we went to old lady Moseley's class. The talk
about Charlie and my mom having sex and Charlie catching me jerking off had
gotten us both so worked up that we needed some relief to hold us until we
got to my house after school. Chris went second and had just finished when
the bell rang, so he had a satisfied look on his face as we passed
Mrs. Moseley going into her classroom.  Her eyes narrowed when she saw his
face. I knew he was going to have a rough period.

Charlie didn't stay over again for almost a week after that, at least not
while I was there.

When I stayed with my dad that Friday, I told him about Charlie and started
to tell him everything that happened. We had had our shower and were
pretending to watch tv while we talked and played with each other's
bodies. I was lying across his lap half on my side and half on my belly
using his raised left leg to support myself. He was rubbing my back as far
down my butt and legs as he could reach. I was running my fingers lightly
up the insides of his thighs to his balls. We had both been hard since we
had taken our shower together.

Starting with the thing I thought would interest him the most, I said,
"Chris says they were doing it in the shower."

"Chris has sex on the brain. But even if they were, you don't need to be
telling me that kind of thing."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I never thought about it. I didn't mean to make you
jealous or anything."

"I'm not jealous. I think it's great if things are working out between your
mom and Charlie. But she's entitled to her privacy. So you shouldn't be
telling me things about them that are really their private
business. Especially if you're just guessing." I knew he was telling me
something serious because his hand stopped moving while he was talking. I
stopped moving mine too.

"Ok, I understand. Can I tell you other stuff that doesn't have to do with
them but just with me?"

"Sure, just like always."

"This is about Charlie too."

"That's ok." His hand started moving again.

"He caught me jerking off in the bathroom the next morning after he stayed
over." I began rubbing his balls lightly. His hard dick was pressed against
my side and had already started oozing precum.

"You're kidding! You don't usually like to jerk off in the morning until
you're awake for a while."

"Well, it was different that morning." I decided not to say why since that
was Mom's business.  "But I was doing it in the shower and he just walked
in the bathroom."

"Didn't knock or anything?"

"Maybe, but I didn't hear him if he did. Anyhow, he had to see what I was
doing. He was really cool about it." My hard dick throbbed as I remembered
that morning.

"Yeah?"

"He told me he liked to jerk off in the shower too."

"Good for him. I thought he was a nice guy. Just kinda proves it. Were you
embarrassed?"

"A little bit but not all that much. We talked about it some. He says
you're wrong about everybody doing it." I had shifted so I could touch the
bottom part of his dick and was running the back of my finger lightly up
and down that and over his balls.

"Oh, yeah?" He said as he ran a fingertip down my crack and across my
asshole, which quivered at his touch.

"Yeah. He said there are guys with their arms in casts that don't and maybe
other guys like that."

Dad laughed. "Ok, I see it," he said, continuing to slide his finger up and
down my crack.

I spread my legs so he could reach my perineum and the back of my balls. I
also shifted again so I could pull his dick from between us and have access
to the whole length of it. It pressed up against my chest. "He's not
circumcised just like you. It looked like it would get pretty big." I began
stroking the whole length of his dick, bringing precum down the back from
the tip.

Dad didn't say anything. I was surprised at first but then I realized it
could be he just didn't have anything to say about it.

So I said, "Chris wants to see it."

"What a surprise!" he answered as he rubbed back and forth from my asshole
to the back of my balls with his fingertip.

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess he does want to see everybody's."

"Just see 'em?"

"Well, maybe more than that," I said with a chuckle. I began to slide his
skin up and down the head while rubbing the exposed head against the wet
spot it had made on my chest.

"You guys get together this week?"

"Yeah, two afternoons at our house. And I spent the night on Tuesday. Last
night he stayed over with me. You and Larry?" I continued sliding his skin
up and down and touching the head gently.

"Monday and last night both after the gym."

"I think it's cool you guys get to do it." I bent his dick forward and just
managed to get the head in my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it, tasting
the precum and adding the lubrication of my saliva to it.

"How about Bob?"

"Tuesday night. Only one we could fit in."

"You could have him stay over when I was here. I wouldn't mind."

"Too complicated. You know, you and Chris are going to have to be careful
if Charlie might walk in on you without knocking." He had been rubbing my
balls, but now he centered his attention on my asshole.

I hadn't thought of that. "Yeah, you're right. I don't know if he'd be all
that cool about it if he caught us sucking. Is it alright to tell you he
said he wouldn't tell Mom about seeing me jerk off in the shower?"

"Sure. That's not exactly their private business if it includes you. But
you understand why I'm saying she should have her privacy?"

"Yeah, I do."

"It might not bother Charlie to catch you and Chris. It's not all that
unusual. But you might want to take some precautions just to be on the safe
side."

"I don't even know if my bedroom door locks. I never tried to lock it."

"I bet there's not even a keyhole."

There were a few moments of silence as we continued to increase each
other's level of excitement. I began to tug on him until he slid down onto
the sofa so he was almost lying flat. I moved around so I could lick and
suck on his balls. He began to apply lube to my asshole, sliding one finger
into me and finger fucking me slowly.

After a while I let his ball drop out of my mouth and asked, "What could I
do to keep him from coming in on us? If I just tell him we always knock and
wait, he might get his feelings hurt. Like I was telling him he
shouldn't've come into the bathroom the other morning.  I mean, that was ok
and it worked out great. But I don't want him to come in my bedroom like
that."

Dad kept his finger buried deep inside me but he stopped moving it. "That's
a hard one. I understand what you're saying. You don't want to give him the
idea that you're cutting him out of anything but you want your privacy
too. Maybe you could tell your mom so she mentions it to him. You can tell
her about him coming into the bathroom without having to tell her anything
else." His finger began to slide in and out of me again. He began to press
his thumb against the middle of my perineum.

I thought about it as I slid his loose skin to the bottom of his dick and
began to lick off the precum. I'd want to make sure she knew I wasn't upset
about him coming in the bathroom because I wanted him to keep doing
that. Otherwise I'd never have a chance to see him jerking off. But I
didn't want him to think he could come into my room that way too.  "You
think you could talk to her about it?"

His finger stopped moving again. "No, I don't. There's no way I can do that
without her thinking I'm butting in. Understand?"

I thought about it for a minute. He was right. It would also seem like I
was carrying tales. It might even make her think I didn't like Charlie, and
I did. "Yeah, I do."  His finger started moving again as I spoke. "I guess
I have to do it. And I have to be careful how I say it too, don't I?"

"Definitely," he told me as I began to suck his dick in earnest. "You don't
want her to think you have a problem with Charlie coming into her life when
you don't. That is, if you really don't."

I stopped sucking long enough to tell him, "No, Charlie's a cool guy just
like you said. Mom seems like she's happy too. I don't want to say anything
that messes it up."

"Then think about what you're going to say and just do it."

That was the end of our talk. Dad began to slide his second finger and more
lube into me, so my attention began to focus on the stretching of my
asshole and the smooth skin on the head of his dick which I was caressing
with my tongue and lips. A few minutes later his third finger moved into me
slowly, causing a little pain. Try as I might, I couldn't relax my asshole
enough so it didn't hurt at least a little at first.

We moved to the bed shortly after that. While we had been working at
building excitement for over an hour, we were nowhere near close to trying
to cum. I got Dad to lie on the bed on his back and began caressing and
licking him all over. His nipples responded to the tip of my tongue, rising
in tight nubs as if they were trying to reach for my tongue as I drew it
away. When they were hot and thoroughly wet nestled in the hair of his
chest, I blew on them. I knew from experience my breath both chilled and
caressed them, causing them to tighten even more.

As I alternated between his nipples, I began to draw my finger lightly up
the back of his dick.  The foreskin had covered the head during our walk
from the sofa to the bed, so my light touch on the sensitive gathering of
skin just below the head was muted by the layer of skin between it and my
fingertip. But he still jerked at my first touch.

When I decided I had gotten as much as I could from his nipples, I moved
down his chest and belly, dragging my tongue through the hair and leaving a
wet trail where I had been. There was a puddle of precum in the hair at the
end of his dick. I moved his dick aside with my fingers on the shaft and
sucked out the precum. I avoided touching his dick at all as I continued
downward, making a wide half circle with my tongue that ended at his
balls. I alternated licking and blowing on them, watching the skin of his
sac expand or contract as it was warmed by my tongue or cooled by my
breath. After a while the skin contracted as much as it ever did, pulling
his balls close to the base of his dick. I slid my hands behind his knees
and lifted his legs, pushing them up and spreading them wide until I could
plant a kiss on his perineum directly behind his balls.

I continued along his perineum, sucking it hard with open lips while
tracing the seam line lightly with the tip of my tongue. I lifted his legs
higher and inched forward on my knees as I did until I was supporting his
back against my thighs and his asshole was spread wide.  When I got close
to the hole itself, I changed my tactics, catching the hair around it
between my lips and tugging gently and then licking in the same place. I
could smell the clean, musky smell of his asshole. I went round and round
his hole, making a wet circle that I then blew on. His hole in the center
tightened from the sensation.

When I attacked the hole itself, I started by spiraling in from my circle
with the tip of my tongue.  His hole was literally grabbing for my
tongue. I made it wait quite a long time before I satisfied it by stabbing
it dead center. My dad moaned and his hole grabbed my tongue.  I twisted my
tongue, pressing my lips against the hole as well. When it was thoroughly
wet, I backed away and blew directly on it. I felt the quiver that ran
through his body in his legs which I was still pushing back and wide. I
continued to tantalize his asshole until it went slack around my tongue.
As I moved away from it, I was aware of his smell on my skin and the almost
oily feel which accompanied it.

I inched backward then, lowering him until he was flat on the bed. Then I
went straight for his dick. The precum which had leaked from it had run up
his chest to his neck because of the position he had been in. I licked it
up starting near his neck and ending by sucking the head of his dick into
my mouth.

"I'm so close. Be careful!" he told me.

I wasn't about to let him cum. I had more plans for his dick than that. So
I teased it with my tongue while keeping the foreskin well over the head. I
knew this muted the sensations enough that he couldn't cum from less than
my wrapping my hand tightly around the foreskin covered head and stroking
it. Short of that, I could do almost anything. I licked and nibbled his
shaft, folding my lips over my teeth and squeezing it everywhere below the
head.  The precum continued to flow. I sucked it up as it did.

Lastly, I held his dick firmly just below the head and forced my tongue
inside of his foreskin, circling the head of his dick and touching the
precum-slick silky skin. He began to moan continuously. I continued for
just a minute before dropping his dick and crawling up to look at his face.

He opened his eyes, looked at me, and drew my head down to kiss me. I
pushed my tongue past his lips so he could taste himself. His followed mine
back into my mouth. We continued to kiss as he ran his hands up and down my
back kneading the muscles.

When we broke, he pushed me onto my back and began sucking on one of my
nipples as he held the other firmly in his fingers, twisting it gently. The
sensation went straight to my balls. I had to fight the instant urge to
stroke my dick, but I knew what was coming would be worth the wait.

When both my nipples were as sensitive as they could be before they began
to hurt, he moved from them to my dick, sucking in the entire length at one
time. I felt the head press against the entrance to his throat as his lips
pressed against my pubic hair. He began to massage my balls as he started
sliding his lips up and down my dick. It wasn't long before I had to tell
him to stop.

He moved between my legs, lifted them for me to hold back, and pressed a
folded pillow under the small of my back to give me some support. I
continued to hold my legs as he lowered his mouth onto my balls. They were
so tight against the base of my dick that he couldn't suck them into his
mouth, so he took in as much of each one as he could, caressing it with his
lips and licking it. At the same time he slid first one and then two lubed
fingers into my asshole, sliding them in and out slowly to force more
lubricant inside.

He raised his head from my balls, leaned forward over me, pulled my legs
back around his sides, and straddled my chest with his arms. I reached
between my legs, taking hold of his dick and pulling the head to my
asshole. When it touched, he applied pressure to hold it in place. I
released his dick, putting my hands on his shoulders to pull him down. He
pressed his mouth against mine, sliding in the tip of his tongue. I felt
the pressure on my asshole increase. I began to suck on his tongue as the
pressure on my asshole grew until it became painful. Then, suddenly, the
wide part of the head passed through the ring of muscle and the pain became
dull as it began to die out. He lowered his whole body onto mine as his
dick slid slowly into my asshole. I pulled at him with my arms and legs to
make it happen faster, but he ignored me and continued to move his dick
slowly into me until I finally felt his pubic hair press against my
perineum. I continued to squeeze as if I could have gotten him in still
further. I could feel the head of my dick slide along the lubricant-slicked
hair of his belly last of all.

We stayed still for just a moment so my asshole could become accustomed to
the size of his dick.  Then he began a slow withdrawal. At the same time he
lifted his belly off of me, breaking contact between it my dick. When his
dick head reached the entrance, he stopped withdrawing and began to plunge
it slowly back into me again. When it was in as deep as it could go, he
pressed his belly against my dick and twisted slightly, grinding his dick
into my asshole and rubbing my dick with his lubed belly.

He continued in that way for several minutes, having to drag himself out of
my tight hole each time he drew back. Then he changed angles, and as he
slid his dick back into me, the head bumped into and then slid over my
prostate. The sensations I had been feeling changed to something more like
an itch. And I was dying to have it scratched. But no matter what I did to
urge him on, he continued in a slow pace, bumping and rubbing my prostate
once on the in stroke and once on the out stroke. The pleasure increased
each time, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

When I broke our long kiss and I told him I couldn't hold out any longer,
he changed angle and speed. He began to drive his dick in and out of me
much faster than he had been, and this time it missed my prostate
entirely. But each stroke brought my dick into contact with his belly as it
lowered onto me and was moved sideways with the twist of his dick in my
asshole. It was a different sensation than I had been feeling when he was
rubbing my prostate, but still very exciting as it pushed me toward an
orgasm.

I was very close and gasping for breath when he changed again, rubbing the
length of his dick back and forth across my prostate. That was all I could
take. I came between us. I was nearly finished and beginning to feel the
aftershocks of my orgasm when I felt his dick swell inside me.  I knew he
was cumming too, pumping his cum inside of me as he pushed his dick hard
into me, grunting as his pubic hair made contact with my perineum.

When we were both finished and his dick had fallen out of my asshole, he
went to the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth and a towel. He
cleaned me up and returned the cloth and towel to the bathroom. We lay
there for a few more minutes enjoying the settling of our bodies before I
turned onto my side and he pulled me back against him. I felt his body
touching my back, hips, and legs. Last of all I felt his hand slide over my
hip and into my crotch to cup my dick and balls as I went to sleep.

To be continued
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