Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 08:37:19 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 21 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 21

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 21

When the fall semester ended, Ted came home in triumph with a perfect 4.0
average. Mom wanted to celebrate by going to dinner at an incredibly
expensive restaurant in Atlanta, so Dad, Ted, and I went to visit. The only
disadvantage to Mom's apartment from my point of view was that our bedroom
there had twin beds. That limited the range of our sexual activity, though
it didn't inhibit it entirely. The worst of it was the small beds made it
impossible for us to sleep cuddled against each other.

Ted and I seldom stayed for more than two or three days when we went to
visit Mom. We spent all of the time with her when she wasn't working, and
we enjoyed it, but otherwise Atlanta held no attraction for us. We had no
friends there, and when Mom left for work, Dad disappeared into his
sketchbook just as he did at home. This left us at loose ends, which always
led us to manufacture a creative reason why Ted and I needed to go home to
the dream house. The reason we came up with on this visit was the need to
decorate the house for Christmas and to buy a tree.  Nothing had been done
before Ted came home from school, and we had left for Atlanta the morning
after he had arrived.

Dad had decided he would come up with Mom two days later as we expected he
would, so Ted and I struck out on our own in Dad's car.

Leaving Atlanta behind as we crossed the perimeter, I felt a sudden rush of
freedom. When I mentioned it to Ted, he said he felt the same thing. I was
surprised because I had thought his having grown up and having lived at
college where he could do as he pleased, he was now genuinely an adult and
free all of the time.

"No way, Sport," he said. "As long as you care about somebody else, you'll
be givin' up your freedom for them whenever you feel like you need to."

"I don't get it," I said. "You could've just said you didn't want to come."

"Think about it. That woulda hurt Mom's feelin's. She was doin' this for
me."

"So you let her do something for you so she could feel good about it? Even
though you didn't want her to do what she was doing for you?"

"Yeah. It made me happier to make her feel good than it woulda to get out
of eatin' in that restaurant. But that don't mean I'm not glad to be outta
there now!" he said as he jabbed me in the side, triggering my automatic
tickle defense reaction.

I didn't think more about what he had said then because my attention was on
self-preservation against a tickle attack. But during the holidays I
thought from time to time about the puzzling nature of gift-giving, where
the best gift you give might very well be the acceptance of someone else's
gift which you don't want.

When I regained control of my body, I realized he couldn't actually tickle
me while he was driving. I, on the other hand, was not constrained by my
role as a passenger. I reached for his crotch, feeling around carefully so
I could figure out the arrangement of his dick and balls. I then proceeded
to rub his dick, feeling it react to my touch almost immediately.

"That feels good, Sport," he said, spreading his legs slightly. "Reach in
and get it loose for me.  It's trapped."

I unzipped his fly and slid my hand in, finding the opening in his
boxers. I felt his pubic hair and the base of his dick, but somehow the
head was twisted in a leg of the boxers. I pulled on the shaft as much as I
thought I could without hurting him, but the head didn't budge.

"I think I gotta open your pants to get it loose," I told him.

By way of an answer, he shifted his butt, sliding forward slightly in the
seat, leaning back, and sucking in his belly so that I could open his pants
more easily.

I opened his belt and the button on his jeans. He lifted his butt off of
the seat and I slid his jeans and boxers down a few inches. When he settled
back into the seat, I reached into his boxers and worked the head of his
dick loose.

I had intended to continue rubbing his dick through his clothes once I had
moved it to a more comfortable position, but as I was working it around so
it would point up his belly, it came out the fly of the boxers. The flaps
of his jeans were spread wide, no longer offering any hindrance to my
touch. I leaned down and started licking the head of his dick. I also
started pushing the edges of the boxer fly down around his balls until I
had them out as well. I began to rub them gently while I sucked the head of
his dick into my mouth.

"I've done some wild things before, but I never did this! Lemme move the
seat back so you can get at it better."

I felt the seat slide back smoothly as Ted worked the controls. More and
more room opened up between his belly and the steering wheel. I forced my
mouth down until I felt the head of his dick slide into my throat. Finally
I felt my lips press against the material of his boxers on one side and the
hair on his balls on the other. After a minute like that I started sliding
my mouth up and down his dick, holding my lips tight against it and using
my tongue on it whenever I could.

"Man, I am sure glad we got cruise control!" Ted said.

I kept it up for quite a while, tasting small gushes of precum every minute
or so. I couldn't tell how close he was to cumming because his balls were
pressed up against the base of his dick by the fly of the boxers, but Ted
warned me, "Go easy a minute, Sport. I gotta pull off. I don't dare cum
while we're doing 65."

I stopped sucking on a downstroke, holding the head of his dick in my
throat and pressing my lips against the base. I felt the car slow and
swerve onto the shoulder. As soon as it stopped, I began to move again,
going straight for the prize. Ted delivered it in less than a minute after
we had pulled off of the road.

When I raised my head, he said, "That was somethin'! You know what? Back
there a little ways two guys in a van started to pass us when the one on
the passenger side saw what you were doing. They drove alongside of us for
a few minutes until somebody got behind them and made them pass us. But
while he was beside us, he was watchin' you. He gave us the thumbs-up when
they were pullin' away. They stayed right ahead of us until I had to pull
off."

"He watched, huh? Guess he couldn't see much though."

"He could see enough he knew what you were doin'. He slid his finger in and
out of his mouth to ask me, and I nodded my head. He showed me he was
jerkin' off watchin' you by sliding his fist up and down his finger and
then pointin' down at his crotch."

"That's wild! So we were driving along and I was sucking you and this guy
was jerking off watching us. That is really wild!"

"I can tell we're gonna have fun these next two days for sure!"

We bought a tree and lots of evergreen branches on the way through town. We
also stopped at the grocery store since I had a list with me of things we
needed. The car was loaded down when we arrived at the dream house, luggage
and groceries in the trunk, the tree and the branches of nearly another
whole tree tied on the roof.

We stayed dressed as long as it took us to set the tree in its stand. We
had both learned the hard way that they don't call the needles on spruce
trees needles for nothing. I was pulling my pants down when Ted came into
my room and pushed me onto the bed. He was already naked and he pulled my
pants and shorts off in short order.

"I owe ya from the one in the car," he told me as he dove onto my dick.
Since he didn't make any effort to prolong the experience, I came in just a
few minutes.

We spent the two days until Mom and Dad arrived decorating the house and
the tree, wrapping packages, and having sex. After they arrived, we
switched to having sex once in the morning and once at night.

With one exception, we exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve. I had told Ted
when I was visiting him at college I was running out of rubbers and I had
had the same kind of experience with old man Wheatley at the drug store as
he had had. Ted said he'd found a place online and would order me some. The
day Phil delivered them, he said to me, "Here's another one of those plain
paper packages," and laughed.

I shared the joke with Ted online. When I told him I'd pay him for them, he
said, "Early Christmas gift. You shoulda got Phil to model one of them for
you. If you'da played your cards right, Phil coulda been part of the
gift. Haha."

"Yeah, right!" I told him.

This was the first year I was able to buy the gifts I gave with my own
money. Ted and I had talked frequently about what to get Mom and Dad,
working out a coordinated strategy. Most of what Ted and I gave them he
bought since he had easy access to several department stores and shopping
centers.

I did my own shopping for the things I wanted to give Ted, intending to use
Mom and Dad's debit card to shop online and then pay the money back to the
tea canister in cash. When I told Mom what I wanted to do, she helped me
get my own credit card instead. I was excited the day it came, feeling very
grown-up. Of course I had to use it immediately, which was not a problem
since I had kept a list of the sites from which I intended to buy each
gift.

But Mom and Dad outdid themselves. Along with clothing and other practical
gifts, they gave each of us a new computer. For Ted there was a notebook,
and for me a desktop with a huge monitor. Both machines came with DVD
players. They also usually gave us something not necessarily practical
which they always called "toys." This year the toys were gift certificates
to online sites which sold DVD's.

On Christmas Day, Mom cooked. She had brought everything with her from
Atlanta, even a fresh turkey in a cooler. Ted and I stuffed ourselves at
dinner, but within a few hours we were picking at the remaining turkey and
finally making turkey sandwiches. Within two days the entire huge turkey
had been consumed.

On the 29th Mom and Dad went back to Atlanta. Mom had arranged for Dad to
have a physical exam there where she could make sure he showed up for it
since he had missed three appointments with his doctor here. He had gotten
very large around the middle and, after the weather became too cool to use
the pool after the middle of September, he was now getting no exercise at
all. He was planning to stay with Mom and celebrate New Year's there. Ted
and I were invited to do the same, but we declined, Ted saying it would
give them a chance to have a romantic evening. Mom rolled her eyes when he
said it, but she also looked pleased with the idea.

Ted had his own plans for our New Year's Eve celebration, which began when
Del arrived. Since it was a special occasion, he brought pizza and beer. If
I had not seen him eat other things when he babysat for me, I could easily
have believed his entire diet consisted of those two things.

We were already naked, and within minutes of Del's arrival we had stripped
him naked as well. I was surprised to find his dick was hard as I pulled
down his pants and underwear. Usually he was quick to start playing but
slow to get hard. I decided his hardon must be a sign of the excitement he
felt because Ted was there.

I knew Ted thought of Del as his best friend, but I had gotten the
impression that Del's feeling for Ted ran a little deeper than that. I
wondered if there was some way for me to disappear so Del could have Ted to
himself, but I never got a chance to find out since Del's first action
after stepping out of his pants was to push me to the floor on my back,
spread my legs and push them practically over my head, and bury his tongue
in my asshole.

"Oh, yeah!" Ted said.

Ted moved behind Del, who was on his knees, his hands supported on my legs.
At first I couldn't see what Ted was doing because Del was between us, but
when I saw Ted squeeze a dab of lube onto his finger, I knew he was already
beginning to loosen Del up.

Del continued to rim me as Ted lubed him for a few minutes.

"Quit eatin' him and let's get at the beer and pizza," Ted said as he stood
up. "You can eat him for dessert."

I felt Del's tongue leave my asshole as he lowered my butt onto the floor.

Del raised up on his knees, threw his head back, and yelled, "I want to be
fucked all night long!  Non-stop!"

"I can't speak for the Sport, but I'll do my part!" Ted replied.

"Me too!" I added.

"What I really want is I want a dick inside of me the whole time. One of
you pulls out, the other one goes straight in. I been thinking about this
for a long time. You guys up to it?"

Ted looked at me and winked, so I winked back. It was all arranged.

"But first, the pizza!" Ted said, swatting Del across the top of the head.

We ate on the floor in front of the fire. They finished three beers apiece
and were on their fourth before we gave up on the pizza. I had finished one
beer and barely started another. Since I could feel the one and knew how
easily beer put me to sleep, I decided to stop there for the time being.

We lay around and burped for a few minutes to give everyone one more shot
at the remaining pizza. When it was clear no one wanted any more, we
cleaned up the mess and cycled through the bathroom. I was last, not
feeling quite the urgency to pee that they had since I had had so much less
beer.

When I came back into the great room, Del was on the floor and Ted was
kneeling over his head.  Del had hold of one of Ted's butt cheeks in each
hand and was licking his asshole. Ted had Del's knees on either side of his
chest so that Del's heels were touching Ted's shoulder blades. Ted had his
elbows caught behind Del's knees, which lifted Del's butt well off of the
floor. He had the tube of lube in one hand with the opening right beside
Del's asshole and the index finger of his other hand buried to the knuckle
in the hole itself.

Their dicks were almost head to head. I asked Ted to squeeze out a little
lube, which I wiped up with my finger. I reached between them and started
stroking their dicks slowly, working the lube over both of them. As I
stroked, I watched Ted work more lube into Del and then insert a second
finger.

When he started working in his third finger, Ted said, "Better get a rubber
on you, Sport. You're gonna be first."

Ted had brought a dozen or so rubbers down from his bedroom earlier in the
evening. I opened one and unrolled it a short way. I took the lube from Ted
and squeezed a small dab into the rubber. I placed the rolled circle of the
rubber on the head of my dick and rolled it down with two fingers. I was
proud of the fact that I had learned to do it all with just one
hand. Lastly I rubbed a small amount of lube onto the rubber.

"I'll lower his hole to the right height," Ted told me. "You slide your
dick into him."

When Del's asshole reached the right angle for penetration, I did as he
said. I held onto the backs of Del's thighs for support. The head of my
dick slid into his asshole easily, meeting no resistence. I would have
waited for Del to adjust to it, but he said, "Keep pushing!"

I slid my dick straight in until I was pushing my pubic hair against Del's
perineum. The head bumped over his prostate on the way, eliciting a sound
from him, apparently a moan stifled by the position of his lips against
Ted's asshole.

"Sounds like we got the right angle here," Ted told me. "I'll just hold him
like this and you drive him crazy."

By way of an answer, I slid my dick back out. On the next in-stroke, I
located his prostate exactly and proceeded to rock back and forth slowly so
the head of my dick would slide across it. Del moaned appreciatively in
response.

"His lips vibrate against my asshole when he makes those noises," Ted said
to no one in particular.

After a minute or two, Del lost his erection. The first time I had seen
this happen was also the first time he was babysitting me. At the time I
was afraid I was doing something wrong and Del had lost interest. Del
assured me this was a normal thing, signaling the focus of pleasure had
shifted for him from the head of his dick to his prostate. It meant I was
fucking him successfully, not the reverse.

Ted's dick, on the other hand, remained hard, sticking up and out from his
crotch and bobbing slightly in time with my in-and-out motion. I watched as
a crystal drop of precum formed on the head and dropped off, trailing a
long shimmering line behind it as it fell onto Del's chest. The line
remained attached to Ted's dick for just a second after the drop landed and
then detached itself and fell too. Another drop began to form immediately
and the process repeated itself.

I leaned forward, taking care that I didn't break contact between my dick
head and Del's pleasure center, and took the head of Ted's dick into my
mouth. I held it just below the rim of the head with my lips and teased the
head itself with my tongue, licking off the drop of precum with the tip of
my tongue.

"That feels great, Sport! So does what you're doin', Del."

Del moaned a response, which I felt in the form of a pulse in Ted's dick.
The pulse was accompanied by another taste of precum.

I kept up what I was doing until I started to feel the beginnings of an
orgasm. Remembering Del's intention of being fucked straight through the
night, I decided I had better stop for the time being.

When I told Ted, he said, "Ok, swap with me then."

I pulled my dick out of Del, working my way back from him on my knees. Ted
let him lower his legs onto the floor and backed off of his head. We both
stood up to stretch our legs. Del stretched where he lay.

Ted told me, "Might as well take off that rubber. We got plenty."

I did as I was told, turning it inside out and dropping it on the hearth. I
knelt just above Del's head and walked forward on my knees. I felt Del take
hold of my ass cheeks and spread them.  Just as his tongue touched my
asshole, he raised his legs so I could grab hold of them.

In the meantime, Ted had put on a rubber. He positioned himself behind Del
and pointed his dick out and slightly down.

"Let him down now, Sport," he said.

I did, watching Ted's dick first make contact with Del's asshole and then
slide slowly into it until it was completely inside of him.

Del moaned, giving me the same vibration on my asshole that he had given to
Ted.

In a short time, Ted was rocking back and forth slowly and Del was
vibrating my asshole continuously with his lips.

Once Ted established a rhythm, he leaned forward and took my dick head into
his mouth. I had backed off somewhat from my impending orgasm, so now I
could enjoy the sensations caused by his tongue. But I knew it still
wouldn't be long before I began to feel myself approaching an orgasm again.

"Better stop awhile," I told Ted.

He let my dick slide out of his mouth immediately and straightened up
slightly. He changed the rhythm of his fucking too, going all the way in
and pulling nearly all the way out on each stroke.  When he had established
that rhythm, he pushed on the backs of Del's thighs to raise him up
slightly higher. I pulled his knees further back toward my chest to help
support them both. I knew from experience that Ted had changed from simply
rubbing to poking Del's prostate with the head of his dick. I also felt
tension suddenly start to build in Del by the way he grasped the cheeks of
my butt.

Del's soft dick began to ooze precum. His lips went from simply surrounding
his tongue as it slid in and out of my asshole to actively sucking on my
hole.

Suddenly he let go of my cheeks and wrapped his arms around my hips,
grasping my dick. He used the leverage from his hold on me to keep his face
pressed against my hole. I knew I would cum quickly if he started stroking
me, but he didn't. He was simply holding my hard dick in his hands. I could
see Ted was close as well.

But Del was the first to cum, shooting gobs of thick cum out of his
still-soft dick. He wrapped his arms even more tightly around me as he
came, burying his face more deeply into me. Ted threw back his head in that
sure sign of his orgasm and ground his pubic region into Del's perineum.

When Ted finished pounding his dick into him, Del's head and shoulders
collapsed onto the floor under me. I continued to hold his legs until Ted
pulled out. I lowered them onto the floor as Ted took off the rubber, which
he handed to Del. Ted lay beside Del using his thigh for a pillow.  They
were clearly both spent, but my dick pointed up and continued to throb.

No one lay there long, though, because the need to release the beer
consumed earlier became urgent. Del went first. He still had Ted's rubber
dangling out of his mouth.  He had turned it inside out and licked Ted's
cum off of it. I was last again at the toilet, which was just as well since
I was still hard.

When I got back to the great room, I found that each of them had another
beer. Ted handed one to me, telling me, "Here's a cold one. Yours from
before got warm."

I thanked him, taking a swallow. But before I could settle onto the floor
with them, Ted started giving me instructions on where and how he wanted me
to sit. I ended up using the front of the sofa to support my back with my
legs stretched out in front of me. Ted handed my warm beer to Del, who took
a mouthful, leaned over until his head was in my lap, and sucked in my
dick. The beer was warm but hadn't lost any of its effervescence. The
sensation of the bubbles on my dick felt strange, but my dick reacted by
going from half to completely hard in just a minute or so.

"I wanted to get you hard again so you could get back inside of Del. He
wants a dick inside of him right away. We got the honor of the house to
uphold here."

I felt the beer disappear from around my dick as Del swallowed. He swirled
his tongue around the shaft and then the head as he withdrew his mouth from
it. As soon as his mouth was off of my dick, Ted began to roll a rubber
onto it. My rubber-sheathed dick then disappeared into Del's asshole as he
reversed himself and lowered his hole on my dick. When his crack was
pressed against my pubic hair, he straightened up. Ted handed him his beer.

"This way we can all drink our beers and play some too," Ted said.

I wasn't interested in drinking very much of mine, but I was interested in
how my dick felt buried in Del and the feel of Ted's fingers on my
balls. Mine ride high and tight, but Del's are low hangers, so in the
position he was in, his balls were hanging between my legs right against my
own. Ted was sliding his fingers over both sets of them and sliding Del's
balls against mine.

Del added to my pleasure by tightening his sphincter muscle around the base
of my dick. At first it wasn't very tight because of the workout it had
received from first my dick and then Ted's. But it got tighter, and Del
began tightening it rhythmically. I thought about the way my dick flexed
when I tightened my own sphincter, so I reached around and felt Del's dick,
which had gotten hard. It was still slick with the lube I had put on it
earlier. I started to stroke it. I could feel the rhythmic tightening of
his asshole in Del's dick as well as around the base of my own. I was
starting another slow buildup to an orgasm.

While I continued to stroke Del's dick, I reached around him with my other
arm and began playing with his nipple, alternately rubbing it lightly and
pinching it. It got hard under my fingers. After a few minutes, I switched
hands, putting my left on his dick and working on his other nipple with my
right. The lube on my right hand changed the feel of his nipple and
probably the sensations he got from my fingers as well. He was beginning to
moan.

I pulled him back against me and began licking the edge of his ear. It was
one of the things I had learned for myself that Del especially liked. I had
never seen Ted do it to him, but I had done it while he was babysitting me
and found it had a strong effect on him. He turned his head toward me,
letting me run the tip of my tongue into his ear.

Ted saw what I was doing and leaned forward to do it to Del's other ear
while continuing to rub our balls. It was having such a profound effect on
Del that he could hardly stay still. If he had not been impaled on my dick,
he would surely have slid off of me onto the floor.  He lost the rhythm in
the flexing of his sphincter and didn't seem to know what to do with his
hands. He was moaning continually.

We had kept up our attack for a few minutes when Del suddenly said, "I got
to be fucked right now!"

He stood up on his knees, pulling his asshole off of my dick. He fell
forward onto his hands and knees, stretched out flat on his belly, rolled
over onto his back, and pulled his knees back to his chest. I was staring
straight at his asshole, a dark, shiny, puckered oval opening surrounded by
a ring of lighter skin and fringed with hair. All I could think of was how
much I needed to shove my dick back into it.

I got on my knees, fell forward on top of him, and started poking with my
dick to find the hole. I felt Ted's hand take hold of it and guide it to
the right spot. I slid it straight in. Del let out a long moan.

Del and I adjusted our positions as I started to fuck him so I was hitting
his prostate on each plunge. I was fucking him fast, going for jabs instead
of the slow rub of the prostate as I had the first time. I felt Ted's hand
slide between us and grab Del's dick, jerking it in time with my fucking. I
also felt Ted's finger slide into my own asshole, finding my own
prostate. I continued to move back and forth, impaling Del on the forward
stroke of my dick and impaling myself on Ted's finger on the backstroke.

Shortly after that I lost control. I was pounding Del so hard that he was
sliding across the floor and I was crawling after him on my knees. Ted
stayed with us, creeping along beside us. Then Del came. His cum flew
everywhere between us because of the way Ted was jerking his dick. To me it
felt as if Del's entire colon had tightened against my dick and squeezed
it. I felt the pumping of his prostate as he shot out his cum. His asshole
grabbed my dick so tightly that I could hardly pull it out. And then I
started to cum as well. I pounded Del as each shot of cum flew through my
dick, sliding him across the floor until his shoulder stopped against the
raised hearth. There he stayed as I shook and jerked through the aftermath
of my orgasm.

To be continued
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