Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 13:15:48 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 16 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 16

by Tim Foure

copyright c 2000

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 16

The last four weeks prior to Ted's departure for college seemed to speed
by.  I continued to become depressed whenever I thought about his
leaving. In fact, I was so obviously depressed that even Dad noticed it. So
Dad put the additional misery of one of his interminable talks on top of
the anticipated misery of Ted's absence.

Later that night Ted made up for it.. He rushed me to the point of orgasm
by sucking me hard, but as soon as my balls started to draw tight, he
stopped, letting me fight the momentum that had built up inside of me until
I regained control. Then he took that control from me, working my nerve
endings with consummate skill. He had a finger deep in my asshole, rubbing
my prostate gently while he licked and nibbled the bundle of nerves and
skin on the back of my dick just below the head. With his other hand he
slowly stroked the shaft of my dick, rubbing the rim of the head with a
saliva-wet thumb. Every time the muscular contractions that would bring me
to full orgasm began, he stopped moving, keeping his mouth and hands
motionless but in place until the spasm passed. Then he continued. The
lapses of time between spasms got shorter and shorter until the spasms
seemed continuous. He kept hovering for what seemed like forever at the
edge of an orgasm

Suddenly, without warning, he propelled me the remainder of the way into an
explosion of such intense pleasure that I was literally unable to move for
a few minutes afterward. By the time I could take an interest in returning
the favor, he had used the lube to jerk himself so close to his own orgasm
that I had only to take his hardon into my mouth to bring it about. As we
settled against each other to drift into sleep, he whispered in my ear,
"Listen, Sport, nothing's gonna change between you and me, ever. Got it? So
put a cork in it. You're gettin' Dad all worked up."

That, combined with the fear that Dad and I would have to have another of
his talks, straightened me right out.

But while I was better able to deal with Ted's leaving after that, I was
reminded more and more often that it was imminent. One afternoon after we
had gotten out of the pool, Ted walked down to the box beside the road to
get the mail, which hadn't yet been delivered when he came home.  He did
this naked and appeared unconcerned as usual that anyone would see him. To
the best of my knowledge no one ever did. I, of course, wouldn't go with
him because I was certain that as I neared the road, a bus full of people I
knew would suddenly appear from around the bend.

When he returned, we went into the kitchen. He laid out the mail and began
to explain to me what I was going to have to do about the running of the
house after he left. I suppose I had taken it for granted that Dad did
this, but knowing Dad as I did by then, I can't imagine how I ever thought
that.

Ted explained that I needed to open all of the mail, extract and put aside
the correspondence which related to Dad's work that either he or his agent
would reply to, and deal with the rest myself. Ted had taken over paying
bills and the like shortly after we had moved into the dream house, but he
had arranged it with Mom the last time she had been home that I would send
the bills to her once a week and she would pay them.

He also told me that if I didn't get cash from Mom and Dad's account
regularly, there wouldn't be any money in the house. To that end he gave me
their ATM card and had me memorize the pin number.

"Don't let Dad get his hands on this," he told me. "He loses them and you
have to go through hell to get them canceled and get another one. Just put
the cash in the tea canister and check it whenever Dad goes out to make
sure there's still some left. He'll spend it all and never think about
getting any more and then all of a sudden there won't be any money in the
house and he won't know what to do."

"I don't understand," I told him. "You mean Dad's gonna expect me to give
him an allowance?"

"No, I mean Dad just expects there to be money there because there always
has been. Mom use to put it there. Then I did. Now you will."

"Where does he think it comes from?"

"You're asking me to tell you what goes on inside Dad's head? Get real!"
Ted said.

"So how much money, like fifty bucks?" I asked, picking an amount that
seemed large to me.

"No, like a thousand bucks, at least. When he travels, he can go through
that in a couple days even though his agent charges everythin'. Make sure
there's at least that much, especially if he's gettin' ready to go on a
trip."

The sum he mentioned took my breath away. All my life when I had needed
money, Mom and then Ted had given it to me from the tea canister. I had
never looked to see how much was there.  I suppose I had been like Dad,
satisfied to know there was money there without ever needing to know how
much there was. But it had never occurred to me that there would be such a
sum as that in the canister.

"Also, you have to do a grocery list and get Dad to go to the store. I been
doin' it since right after Mom moved, but he's gonna have to start again
because there's no way you can do it on a bike.  Just write down whatever
you two eat each time until you get more use to doin' it. You'll have to
start pickin' up milk and stuff like that before you come back from town,
but the other stuff he's got to go get. The best time is when he drives you
in to bring the mower home on Saturday mornin'. I'm gonna make him start
this week so it'll be in his mind that he's got to do it. But whatever you
do, get him to go in the mornin'. If he gets into his studio, you blew it
because he'll never remember. Don't put any frozen food on the list unless
you're goin' with him because he gets sidetracked and it thaws. There's a
whole bunch of stuff like that you'll have to learn about."

My head was already spinning from all I had been told. And then Ted dropped
the bomb. "You're gonna have to have a babysitter too."

"For Dad?" I asked, amazed that an adult would need a babysitter.

"No, for you."

"For me!" I was truly outraged at the idea.

"Sport, you're thirteen. There's no way Dad can leave you alone when he
goes out of town."

"I don't see why not. I'm gonna be fourteen in October. I could be lying
dead right here on the kitchen floor and Dad'd step over my body on his way
to the fridge if his mind was on his work.  You know that's true. I can
take care of myself."

"I know you can, but Mom doesn't think so. But I got something worked out
that won't be so bad."

"You knew about this all along and you didn't tell me," I said indignantly.
I was hurt. It seemed a violation of my trust in him.

"I had to get it worked out first, Sport. If you don't like what I fixed
up, I promise you I'll do whatever I can to get somethin' fixed up that you
can live with, ok?"

Unwilling to be mollified by his promise because I still felt somewhat
betrayed, I said, "Ok. Tell me."

"Del's gonna be the babysitter!" he said, his face splitting into a wide
and somewhat evil smile.

"Del?"

"Yep, Del! See, that won't be so bad, will it?"

"Gee, Del," I said quietly, my mind beginning to fill up with
possibilities, all of them sexual in nature.

"So did I do a good thing for you or what?"

"Yeah, you did. Del, huh?" I asked as I smiled.

Ted smiled back. "I can tell you're thinkin' the same thing I am."

We smiled at each other, both knowing what would happen when Del stayed
over to babysit while Dad was away.

"And there's another present I'm gonna give you before I go," Ted said.

"What?" I asked, wondering what could top Del as a babysitter.

"I'm gonna teach you how to fuck him so you make him cum just like I do!"

My dick had sprung up at the thought of having Del all to myself while Dad
was away. It got painfully hard at the idea of me fucking him. When Ted
stepped away from the counter, I saw he was hard too.

"What say . . . ?" he started to ask me.

But I had already taken off for the stairs to our rooms before he got any
further. Within minutes we were doing two things we hardly ever did,
sucking each other off in the afternoon and doing it at the same time
instead of taking turns. As we lay cuddled in the comfortable warmth
following our near-simultaneous orgasms, Ted added one more thing, "Del's
coming over Saturday night for your lesson. Dad's gonna be away."

I was beside myself the whole day on Saturday. I suppose I was lucky I
didn't cut my foot off since I had had to mow six yards, including our
own. Finally Del arrived with what I would learn was his idea of a really
nice meal, pizza and beer. I enjoyed them both that night, but I was
careful not to drink too much because I wanted to be fully conscious for my
lesson.  Since I was practically hyperactive by the time Del arrived, I
probably needn't have worried.

We started out in the pool for a short time before we ate. Ted and I had
been naked when Del arrived. I was also sporting a hardon.

Looking at it as he came in the door, Del asked me, "Glad to see me?"

The laughter that followed broke the tension I was feeling. I don't think
Ted or Del felt any.

Del shed his clothes in one fluid motion and followed us through the house
to the pool. We horsed around for a little while, grabbing ass cheeks and
genitals until they were as hard as I was.

At that point, Ted said, "I'm hungry. Let's eat."

I was pulling myself out of the pool when I felt two hands on the cheeks of
my butt. I thought either Ted or Del was giving me a push to help me out
since I wasn't near the ladder and didn't have anything to grab on to. Then
I felt a tongue bury itself in my asshole, and I knew that Del wasn't
trying to help me out of the pool at all. I stayed where I was, half in and
half out of the pool as Del kept my cheeks spread and slid his tongue in
and out of my asshole. I had to take care not to let my dick rub against
the edge of the pool, no mean trick considering the stimulation I was
receiving.

After a few minutes, Ted said, "Quit that and let's eat."

Del pulled his face out from between my cheeks long enough to say, "I am
eating." Then he was back in me.

"Well, you can eat him for dessert. Right now I want solid food."

My asshole was abandoned again.

"My dick's as solid as it gets. Help yourself," Del told him.

Then the tongue was in me again.

Ted didn't say anything more, but in a short time he came into my
peripheral vision as he walked toward me. When he was in front of me, he
bent over and grabbed me by the armpits.

"Here we go, Sport," he said as he lifted me out of the pool and off of
Del's tongue.

"Awww, man!" Del said.

"If you got to have it right now, then do him while him and me eat. I'm
ready for a beer and a slice of pizza."

All three of us were dry and Ted was sliding pizza into the oven to reheat
in under three minutes.  One of the many nice things about swimming nude is
that you don't have a wet bathing suit to cope with. Ted popped the tabs on
three beers and handed me one. I sipped as the other two guzzled.

I wondered if Del would pick up where he had left off in the pool, but
instead he seemed content to drink his beer and wait. After a short while,
none of us was hard and the pizza was hot. We ate.  Del had brought two
large pizzas, fully loaded. We finished them both, along with the first
six- pack of beer. I had just accepted my second can when Ted and Del were
finishing their third. I knew they could handle that much and more. Since I
was sure I couldn't, I didn't try to keep up.

While we ate, we were content to sit cross-legged on the floor, but after
we had finished, we moved closer to each other, ending up with Ted in the
middle sitting on the floor with his back against the front of the sofa and
Del and me on opposite sides, using his legs as pillows.

After a few minutes, Ted started things moving by rubbing my
chest. Although I couldn't see it, I knew he was doing the same thing to
Del. In a short time Del was on his hands and knees sucking Ted's dick. I
joined him, working on the bottom half of Ted's dick and his balls. Ted
spread his legs to accommodate us and slid down until only his head was
supported by the front of the sofa.

Del stopped and moved away after a few minutes. When his hands took hold of
my cheeks and spread them, I knew where he had gone. I moved up Ted's dick
to the head while Del licked my asshole and the skin around it. He
progressed to driving his tongue into me.

After a while Ted moved, rearranging us so that I was lying on the floor
and he was sucking my dick. Del moved on to Ted's asshole, apparently doing
the same things to him that he had been doing to me. Ted worked on me
carefully, knowing just how to heat me up slowly.

The next time we moved, Ted put Del flat on the floor and we both worked on
his dick and balls with our mouths, alternating from time to time until Del
took us to the next level by saying, "Guys, I need to be fucked now."

I raised my head from his crotch and looked at Ted, who said, "Let's go
upstairs."

So we did, detouring to the bathroom to drain out some used beer on the way
to Ted's room.

Once at our destination, Ted had me lie on the bed on my back and Del get
over me in the opposite direction on his hands and knees. I began sucking
Del's dick, which was about three- quarters hard, a state we were all in as
a result of our trip to the toilet.  I thought Del would do the same to me,
but instead he pulled my legs apart and up and buried his face in my crack,
attacking my asshole with his tongue and lips. I looked up past Del's balls
to see Ted begin licking his asshole.

Ted licked for a few minutes before he got one of the tubes of lube and
squeezed a dab onto his finger. He rubbed it on Del's asshole, circling a
few times and then burying his finger inside Del to the first joint. I had
a perfect view of what Ted was doing and I could taste the precum which had
begun oozing out of Del's dick.

Ted continued to twist his finger and slide it in and out of Del's asshole,
going deeper each time.  Del seemed to be doing the same things to my
asshole with his tongue. When Ted touched Del's prostate for the first
time, I knew it from the slight tensing of Del's body combined with the
sudden spurt of his precum onto my tongue.  Del also made a noise, which I
suppose would have been a moan if his mouth were not pressed against my
asshole, but because it was, the sound became a hum and his lips vibrated
against my asshole. The sensation was very strange, causing my sphincter
muscle to tighten.

I continued to suck Del's dick slowly and deeply into my mouth as I watched
Ted progress to inserting two fingers into Del's asshole. When he had the
two fingers part way in, he squeezed a small amount of the lube onto
them. Apparently the dab he had started with had reached the limit of its
ability to expand. Ted then twisted his fingers to spread the lube before
continuing to slide them in and out, going deeper inside each time. Again
when he touched Del's prostate, there was the hum, the tension, and the
spurt of precum. I began to wonder if my stimulation of his Del's dick
combined with Ted's rubbing of his prostate would make him cum soon.

Ted apparently had the same concern because he withdrew his fingers and had
Del crawl off of me so that I could get up. At the same time he removed his
fingers from Del's asshole. Del bemoaned the absence of the fingers.

Ted then had me join him between Del's spread legs. Del's asshole was shiny
from the lube and not completely closed. Ted squeezed a small dab of lube
onto my index finger

"Rub it around so your whole finger's slick," he told me.

I did as he said.

"Ok, slide it very slowly into his asshole."

Del worked his sphincter muscle to clutch at it as it entered him. Even
though it was only my finger that he was squeezing, I felt a slight charge
of pleasure all through my body from the idea of it.

When my finger was inside Del to my knuckle, Ted slid his finger in beside
mine. This also seemed incredibly erotic to me, as if in some way Ted and I
had become one person by being together inside Del. He located Del's
prostate with his finger tip, which I knew before he told me by the moan
that came from Del.

"Wiggle your finger around until its on top of mine and then slide your
fingertip along my finger to the end."

I knew I had found the tip from the moan that escaped from Del.

"I'm gonna pull mine out a ways so you can feel his prostate. Move you
finger around gently and feel its shape. Del, you tell him when he's on it
and when he's not, ok?"

"Oh God," said Del, "You're on it!"

I moved my finger slightly, feeling a rounded shape.

"You're still on it!"

I moved my finger again, this time to the side.

"That's it, that's still it!"

I shoved my finger a little further into him.

"That's not it," Del told me in a lower tone of voice that was closer to
his speaking voice.

I pulled out a little, feeling the rounded shape again.

"That's it! You're on it again!"

There was starting to be something comical about what has happening. Del
was on his hands and knees with his butt in the air, both Ted and I had our
fingers in Del's asshole, and Del's voice was issuing out from between his
legs because he had his head down on the bed.  But it was the change in the
tone of his voice from high-pitched to normal that added the comical
element.

"Try to move your finger around it so you can feel its shape and how big it
is," Ted told me.

I did as he said, eliciting an almost constant moan from Del.

The comical aspects of the situation seemed to have occurred to Ted by this
time, because he seemed as if he was fighting back a laugh as he said, "I
think you've done it."

I had to fight back a laugh as well as I said, "Yeah, I think so too."

"Keep your finger on it and don't move, ok?" Ted said to me.

"'K," I said.

Ted slid his finger out of Del's asshole, reached into his nightstand, and
took out a few packets of rubbers. He opened one, unrolled it a short way,
and squeezed a very small amount of the lube into it. Then he put the
rubber on my dick. It felt so good unrolling down my dick that if I had
given into the feeling it was causing, I think I might have cum by the time
Ted finished rubbing lube on the outside of it.

"Take your finger out now," he told me. "Now, get up on your knees behind
him."

I did as I was told, Ted guiding me to where he wanted me by pressure from
his hands on my hips. When I was in the right place, he took hold of my
dick and pulled it forward. My hips followed until my dick head was pressed
against Del's asshole.

At first I thought the head had gone straight in, but I realized when I
reached a stopping place that most of the head of my dick was hidden by the
sides of his crack and was not inside of him at all.

"Ok, push gently, Sport. Del, tell him when to stop pushing." Ted kept hold
of my dick. I realized later that he did it so he would be ready to stop me
if I began to hurt Del and didn't stop right away.

I pushed, but Del never told me to stop. I pushed harder and harder, as if
against a solid surface.  Then suddenly my dick seemed to go past some
barrier and to slide slowly and smoothly into him.

"You ok, Del?" Ted asked, holding me back from moving any further into him
by moving his hand from my dick to my belly just above my pubic hair.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I really am," Del said.

Ted removed his hand and said, "Ok, Sport, keep pushing."

I pushed until my pubic hair was crushed against the skin above Del's
asshole. I was very surprised by how good the pressure of his sphincter
muscle felt against the sides of my dick as it slid into him.

"Stay still a minute, Sport. Give him a chance to adjust to having you
inside him."

I didn't move. I was marveling in the tightness of his sphincter around the
base of my dick and the gentle, warm pressure of his colon against the rest
of it.

It seemed longer than a minute when Ted said, "Ok, Sport, pull out, but not
so far the head comes out. Do it real slow."

I did. The sensation was amazing.

"Now push back. Real slow."

My bush was mashed up against Del's skin.

"Again. Slow."

We did it half a dozen times. Each time it took effort to keep from doing
it quickly and giving in to the pre-orgasmic sensations I was feeling.

"Ok, pull it all the way out, Sport."

I couldn't believe he said that, but I did it. There was a pop as the head
came out. I wanted to be back inside of him. I wanted it badly.

"Ok, Del. Roll over."

Del rolled onto his back and grabbed his knees, pulling them back to his
chest. I could see his asshole glistening with the lube, an oval-shaped
opening ready for my dick.

Ted took hold of my dick and said, "Ok, Sport, time to put it back in. Go
straight in all the way.  But do it slow." He led me by the dick again
until my dick was against Del's asshole. I kept moving as he released me,
sliding in until my pubic bone was pressed hard against Del's legs.

For the first time in some time, I was aware that Del was making sounds.
They weren't coherent, but they conveyed meaning. "Ohhhh! ohhhh!" But I
knew they didn't mean I was in contact with his prostate. It was the wrong
sound. He was simply enjoying the abrasion of the rubber against his
sphincter.

"In and out slowly until I tell you to stop, Sport. Don't pull all the way
out. Keep the head in him."

I did as I was told, aware that Ted had one hand on my hip bone and fingers
of the other circling the base of my dick to keep me from getting it wrong.

I felt the growing orgasm within me, but I willed it to go away. I knew
that Del wasn't with me, that I wasn't doing what he needed even though I
was clearly a long way down my own path.

"Stop for a while now, Sport."

I stopped, completely buried in Del.

I was staring at Del's face. Our eyes were locked on each other's. There
seemed almost to be fear in Del's eyes. I wondered what he feared. He had
to know I wouldn't hurt him on purpose, and even if I began to do it
through ignorance, Ted was there to stop it. In spite of my pre-orgasmic
fog, I managed to figure it out. He was afraid I couldn't make him cum,
that I would cum and abandon him to the frustration of heightened
expectation with no closure.

Then I felt Ted's finger working its way into Del beside my dick. I stayed
still, but I could see in the expression on his face that Del felt it to
and that it hurt him. Not badly, but there was pain nevertheless. I thought
about pulling my dick out of him.

"Ya ok, Del?" Ted asked just as I was about to do it.

"Yeah, I'm ok," Del said.

So I remained where I was.

When he had his finger where he wanted it, Ted said, "I want to show you
where you have to rub him with your dick. Can you feel my finger?"

Since he was rubbing the head of my dick, there was no question. "Sure
can!"

I felt his fingertip leave my dick.

"Del, that the place?"

He might as well not have bothered to ask. Del moaned immediately, and when
the moan ended, he said, "That's it."

"Sport, I need for you to move." He pulled on my hips, changing the angle
of my attack on Del's asshole.

"Slide it out and then back in. Do it slow."

I did it slow. Del moaned and his eyes rolled upwards in his head.

"In and out, Sport. Get a rhythm going."

Doing as Ted said was like achieving balance while learning to ride a
bicycle. Once you had done it, you could never forget how. For the first
time in my life, I understood instinct. I could never again not know how to
establish a rhythm for fucking.

"Watch his face. You can tell if you miss the spot."

I watched. Each time I slid my dick into him, I could tell if it made
contact or not. If it didn't, I thought about what had changed and I
reversed it. I wasn't always able to hit it again, but I tried.  I hit the
spot one time out of three or four. I was frustrated by my failure while at
the same time I moved inexorably toward my own orgasm.

It was the best orgasm of my life, and the worst. I had never felt anything
so good, and I had never been so frustrated. I came, but Del hadn't.

When I collapsed on Del afterwards, I felt Ted's hand on me. He pulled me
back, my dick sliding out of Del's asshole. I saw Ted had put a rubber on
his own dick. As fast as mine was out of Del, Ted's slid his into him. I
watched as he changed his own angle of penetration and Del's position on
the bed. I saw Del's mouth drop open as Ted hit the spot. I watched as he
gave Del a series of short, quick thrusts that caused him to open his mouth
wider and wider in increments. And I watched as Del threw back his head and
came. He came hard, because of all the fumbling stimulation he suffered
through my attempts to learn.

When the last spurt left Del's dick, Ted changed from short thrusts to long
ones, bringing his dick nearly all the way out and then sliding it all the
way back in. He increased his speed too. In no time he tilted his head back
and came.

When it was over, Ted stayed inside Del, pressed tightly against his
asshole. Del pulled me against them.

"You have to learn. Don't feel bad," Del said.

"You did good, Sport. You tried. You'll get better. I know you. You will,"
Ted told me.

I knew me too. I would. I just needed to practice. And after all, there was
no telling how long Del would have to babysit for me.


To be continued
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