Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2000 07:48:16 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 23 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 23

by Tim Foure

copyright 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 23

Dad's physical exam finally occurred in Atlanta, and he came home with a
list of instructions from the doctor, the main one being that he needed to
exercise regularly.  Ted hadn't had to go back to school by the time Dad
returned, so he went with Dad to inspect the health club in town.  Dad was
surprised by the quality of the facility and the equipment available there.

"That still won't get him to go," Ted told me when they returned home.

"So what're we gonna do?" I asked.

"We get Mom to ride his ass about it. We tell her the plan and she makes
him follow it."

"He'll have to go first thing in the morning. If he gets into his studio,
he'll never go."

"Think you're tellin' me somethin', Sport? I lived with him almost five
years longer than you.  How about gettin' him to drive you to school and
then he can stay in town and go to the club."

"I'll be late every day."

"Yeah, there's that. You don't think you could get him movin' in time,
huh?"

"You lived with him five years longer than I did, what do you think?"

"It'd be a pain even if you could pull it off."

"What about getting Mom to call every day and tell him to do it. I mean I
could get him moving in the morning and then hand him the phone and she
could kick his butt to get me to school on time."

"Might work. Worth a try unless we can come up with something better."

It took both Ted and me to get him to the health club during that last week
before Ted went back to college and my school opened. The next week Mom
started calling. I always marveled at her ability to command his complete
attention. Dad might not have noticed if the house was on fire, but he
always noticed when Mom spoke. I was late only once that week.

Then something occurred which got Dad's attention. His agent had a heart
attack that Friday night. He survived and was expected to make a complete
recovery, but the event itself brought Dad's mortality home to him. Not
only was I on time for school every day of the second week, but Dad
actually seemed to have begun taking an active interest in the exercise he
was being forced to do.

Part of the interest may have come from some friendships which he started
at about that time.  The trainer at the club had put him on a schedule that
moved him from machine to machine in company with a group of five
guys. While it was well equipped, the club's facilities were still limited,
and the trainer used careful scheduling to make sure everyone got to use
every piece of equipment. The guys talked to pass the time, and Dad found
that he liked two of them very much.

One of them, a guy named Harry, had invited him to go to the Breakfast
Rotary Club the following week as his guest, which he did. He was so early
leaving the house that I actually took the school bus instead of going with
him. That developed into a regular pattern as he continued to attend, first
as a guest and later on as a member.

The other guy had inherited a house similar in style but smaller than the
one that had become the dream house. He had been able to get a job at the
community college about twenty miles away, so he moved into the house with
the intention of renovating it much as we had renovated the dream
house. His name was Steve. Since Dad had ideas about changes he still
wanted to make in the dream house and Steve had an overall plan for
converting his old house into something more liveable, they apparently
never ran out of things to talk about.

Fortunately for both of us, I was home when Steve came to see the dream
house on a beautiful Saturday in the middle of February. Dad had invited
him to come for lunch.  He had told Steve he would show him the photos of
the house before work began and then show him what had been done in the
renovation. No doubt Dad had meant to put some effort into preparing the
lunch himself, but of course he had gone into his studio when he got up
that morning and that had been the end of it. The result was that I had to
drag Dad away from what he was doing when Steve arrived and then keep up
the other half of the conversation while Dad pulled his mind back from
wherever it was it went when he was thinking about his work.

But talking to Steve was no hardship. He was a very attractive guy. He had
dark hair that was almost black and green eyes. At first I thought he was
very serious because he didn't smile at all.  In fact, he somehow turned my
statement that Dad had probably forgotten he was coming into some sort of
mistake on his part. He would have left if I hadn't insisted that Dad's
forgetting was normal behavior for him and wasn't meant to be insulting. I
added details, making it into as much of a joke as I could, and that was
the first time he smiled at me.

He had a smile that transformed his face, and the way in which he delivered
it was part of the charm. He turned his head, tilting it and bowing it
slightly, so that even though he was perhaps six inches taller than me and
his head was still higher than mine, he seemed to be looking up at me and
from the side. When the smile reached his mouth, it split into a grin
showing straight white teeth. It was a shy smile that made him look like an
altogether different person. I tried not to stare as I took his jacket and
offered him a seat on the sofa while I got Dad from his studio.

As I watched Steve work to try to carry on a conversation with my Dad, who
was only about half there at that point, I changed my first impression of
him. He helped me prepare lunch while Dad dithered around us in the
kitchen. When he helped me clear up the dishes afterward, he whispered to
me, "I see what you meant. He's just now turning into the guy I know from
the gym." He followed his comment with a grin.

The rest of the afternoon went as Dad had intended because he had returned
to our world by the time we finished with lunch. I would have left them
alone to talk but Steve drew me into the conversation about the house and
then Dad included me as well. Before he left that afternoon, Steve had
arranged for me to mow his lawn during the coming summer, thereby becoming
my first customer for that year. He also mentioned that since he was doing
much of the renovation on his house himself, he might want to hire me to
help him if I had time to spare from mowing. Best of all, he treated me
like an adult the entire time.

I had meant to see the foursome that Saturday, but having spent the
afternoon with Dad and Steve, I never got there. I wrote Ted about Steve
that night. Along with talking about how good looking he was, I mentioned
to Ted that I had noticed he had quite a bulge in his pants. I guessed in
my email what might lay behind the bulge and fantasized about the same
thing as I jerked off that night in bed.

On Monday the foursome met at Jeffy's house after school. We had been
meeting for nearly a year and a half by this time, so we were very
accustomed to each other and felt completely free with each other's
bodies. We went into Jeffy's room and started taking off our clothes. The
first two to be naked began sucking each other's dicks with the other two
pairing up as soon as they were ready. This was our usual pattern. No one
showed any marked preference for any one person's dick but sucked and
played with whichever one happened to come his way. There was usually some
urgency in the first round of sucking that wasn't there in the second, so
the more exotic activities such as rimming were saved for later.

As it happened, Kevin and I were the first to be fully naked. We dropped to
the floor in a sixty- nine position and started sucking each other's
already-hard dicks. In a short time Jeffy and Boomer were beside us doing
the same thing.

Something I had been becoming more and more aware of was that all of us
except for Jeffy had grown in the past year and a half. Jeffy still looked
like he was ten years old, partly because of his size and partly because he
had no pubic hair to speak of. Boomer and I had grown taller and our bodies
had taken on a more adult shape. I had gotten some muscle definition as
well from regular use of Ted's weights, which I suppose had become my
weights since he had left them behind when he moved to the dorm.

Boomer and I had also started growing more body hair. Like Ted, I had hairy
arms and legs and a treasure trail that started at my navel, but only a
little hair in the middle of my chest. Boomer was hairy all over.

Kevin had grown perhaps four inches in height during the time that the
foursome had been meeting. Boomer was now taller than he was, but Kevin was
taller than me.  His handsome features and the seemingly perfect
proportions he had had as a child stayed with him through his growth spurt,
with only one exception. His dick had grown a surprising two inches in
length and had become substantially thicker. His balls had grown in
proportion to the size of his dick. He now had the biggest dick I had ever
seen except in pictures on the internet, and it was difficult to get the
head into my throat when I sucked him off. I thought if he continued to
grow, as we all expected to do, it would be impossible to deep-throat him
by the same time next year.  Nevertheless, it made him very hot to look at.

When we were all beginning to feel the onset of our orgasms, we switched
positions so that the four of us were connected to each other mouth to
dick. From then on the trick was to make it last, with the first one to cum
and the one to bring him off being considered the losers in our good-
natured competition to give each other the most pleasure possible. It
usually happened, as it did that day, that the first orgasm set off the
others so there was very little delay before all four of us had cum.

As we lay in a heap enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, Jeffy told us he
had had another learning experience in the mall bathroom the previous
Saturday. As it happened, I hadn't missed meeting with the foursome while
Steve was at the house because none of the others had been available
either.

"So what gross thing'd you do this time that you're gonna try to get us to
do?" Boomer asked.

"You sure got over thinking rimming was gross fast enough," Jeffy replied.

In the interval since we had begun rimming each other, I had told the
others I learned the correct term for what we were calling "licking
assholes" in a story I had read on the net. The foursome adopted "rimming"
into our sexual vocabulary immediately.

"This guy shoved his finger up my butt. It was awesome!" Jeffy said.

"Sounds weird. Was he poking your turds or what?" Boomer asked.

As usual, Kevin and I simply watched and listened to what had become a
familiar ritual between Jeffy and Boomer. Kevin paid close attention
because he had practically no imagination. On the other hand, I could
easily imagine where we were headed.

"No, dork! It felt great! He was touching something inside of me. It made
me cum."

"You can touch your dick and do the same thing. And you don't have to be
poking any turds."

"Would you get that outta your head about poking turds? That wasn't what he
was doing at all.  And you could do this while you were sucking too because
he did it to me. It makes it feel even better is all. And it feels
different from just touching your dick."

"Didn't it hurt? I don't see how he could get a finger in your asshole and
it not hurt. Look how little an asshole is." To illustrate his point,
Boomer rolled over onto his knees and spread his cheeks, giving us all a
view of his asshole.

"Think about how big a turd is! It's a lot bigger than a finger and it
comes out of your asshole without hurting you."

"See, I knew it had to do with turds. I've pushed out some pretty painful
turds," Boomer said, looking very satisfied with himself.

"Sometimes you are a painful turd, Boomer," Jeffy said in an exasperated
tone of voice. "This has got nothing to do with turds. I was just saying
that your asshole will open up a lot bigger than it looks when it's all
closed up."

"Ok, ok, so tell us what happened with this guy."

"I was hanging around the bathroom while my mom was shopping. There were a
lot of guys going in and out but nobody was paying much attention to me,
except this one guy who looked at me a couple of times before he
left. After a while he came back. There was only one other guy in there
then, and as soon as he left, this guy said to me, 'You waiting for anybody
in particular or you just hanging around in here?' I told him I was just
hanging around. 'So you're looking for some fun, huh?' he asked me.

"I asked him what he meant. He told me, 'I think you know what I mean.' I
had walked closer to the urinals and he turned toward me a little ways and
flipped his dick up and down for me to see it. He had a hardon."

"Big dick?" Boomer asked. He had begun to flip Kevin's soft dick back and
forth while Jeffy was talking.

"Not as big as Kevin's, but big enough. Nice looking. I walked over closer
and stood at the next urinal but I didn't get my dick out or anything. I
just watched him flip his dick up and down and give it a couple of
strokes. 'You like looking at this?' he asked me while he aimed his dick
head at me. I told him I thought it was really big. He told me it wasn't
all that big but it was big enough for what he wanted to do with it.

"Then he asked me how big mine was. I told him not near as big as his.
'Lemme see it,' he said.  'Get it out for me.' So I did. I was real
hard. He told me it looked pretty big for a kid my age. I knew he was just
telling me that but I pretended like I believed him. I told him thanks. I
started shoving mine down too and letting it pop back up. That was as close
to what he was doing as I could do with my dick.

"He asked me if I wanted to feel his. I reached over for it right away. I
just touched it before he pulled it out of my hand and aimed it away from
me. 'Can't do that here,' he told me.  'Somebody might come in.' I asked
him where we could do it even though I already knew what he was going to
say.

"'We can get in the last stall down there. Nobody'll see us in there.' So
that's what we did. But he walked to the stall with his dick still sticking
out of his fly. I guess I wasn't supposed to figure it out if somebody came
in, they could just as easy have seen him leading me to a stall with his
dick sticking out as they could've seen me touching his dick at the urinal.
I mean, how weird would that look. But I guess he thought I was too young
to figure that out.

"Once we got in the stall, he wanted me to get out of all my clothes. Seems
like they always do that. But they never do it themselves. They will just
pull their pants down and that's all. Course you can see their dicks and
balls that way just fine, so it's really ok. But they always like to touch
me all over."

"I like to be touched all over too," Boomer said. He had begun licking
Kevin's dick, which had gotten hard in response.

"We all sure know that! But it's cool because we do too, don't we guys?"

Kevin and I murmured our positive response.

"So get to the part where he starts poking your turds," Boomer said.

"He let me feel his dick when he pulled his pants down but just for a
minute. Then he got me to stand up on the toilet seat. Nobody ever did that
before. He told me to bend down if anybody came in because my head was
sticking up above the stalls. He started licking my dick and my balls. He
was half holding and half kneading my butt at the same time. He did it for
a long time.

"Then he got me to turn around and bend over. I had to lean against the
wall. He kept a hold on one of my butt cheeks and started jerking my dick
with his other hand. He started licking around my crack and then rimming
me. He was really driving his tongue in me after a while. That's when he
put his finger in me. I just felt it start to push against my asshole.

"I asked him what he was doing. He told me it was something I would
like. He wanted me to let my asshole go loose so he could do it. I tried
and his finger slid right in.  It felt weird at first because I could feel
his finger moving around inside me. Then he touched something that felt
really good. It was what he was looking for because once he found it, he
kept touching it. I told him how good it felt. He said he told me so.

"But he surprised me because he pulled his finger out right then. He got me
to turn around. He put his hand between my legs and shoved his finger right
back in my asshole.  He went right to the place again. He started sucking
my dick too. It felt so wild because it was feeling good in both places. I
mean my dick and up inside me too.

"He told me to lean down onto his back because he was afraid somebody was
going to come in and see my head over the stalls. I did it. He kept up
sucking me and rubbing inside me until I came. It was a real hard cum. It
felt different from any other cum I ever had.

"When I was all done he pulled his finger out of me and let me get down to
the floor. He sat on the toilet and started to jerk off. I told him I'd
help him do it, but he said I already helped him as much as he needed. He
shot almost as soon as he said it. He was really ready.

"After he was done, he wiped the cum on toilet paper, pulled up his pants,
and told me thanks.  And he just left. I got dressed after that and left."

To say Jeffy had our complete attention at that point would have been an
understatement. We were hanging on his every word. Boomer was stroking
Kevin's dick but his attention was on Jeffy. I was stroking my own.

"Wow!" Boomer said. "I gotta try that bathroom thing sometime."

"So you wanna try it?" Jeffy asked.

I knew he was speaking to all of us, but Boomer took it as a question
directed to him.

"Sure, I'll try it. Guess we need to wash our assholes first if were gonna
be rimming."

"I tried it on myself yesterday but I couldn't find where he touched me
inside. We can use some vaseline instead of just rimming. I used some
yesterday and it was easy to get my finger in."

"Yeah, I guess it is kinda hard to rim yourself," Boomer said with a laugh.
He then demonstrated the impossibility of the action by trying to stick his
head between his own legs while he stuck out his tongue and wiggled it
around.

"Lay on your back and pull your legs up," Jeffy told Boomer, who did as he
was told. Jeffy got a jar of vaseline out of his desk drawer, scooped out a
dab, and put it on Boomer's asshole. He twisted his fingertip in it and ran
his finger up and down along his asshole to lubricate it. Then he started
pushing his fingertip against Boomer's asshole. Kevin and I moved to within
a few inches of the action so we could watch.

"That hurts," Boomer said.

"You got your asshole screwed tight shut," Jeffy told him. "Let it go
loose."

"I'm trying!" Boomer said wish some exasperation. "It ain't as easy as it
sounds."

But Boomer must have figured it out, though, because half of Jeffy's finger
suddenly disappeared into him.

"Whoa! That feels really weird," he said. "I thought you were gonna suck my
dick while you did it."

By way of an answer, Jeffy leaned forward and began to suck Boomer's
dick. I pulled Kevin onto his side and started playing with his dick while
we continued to watch.  I also pressed my dick against his butt, and he
pressed back against me, squeezing my dick between us. All of Jeffy's
finger was now inside of Boomer and it was clear from the motion of the
rest of his hand that he was moving it around.

"It feels weird but that's all," Boomer said.

"I'm just moving my finger around in there. I don't know what that guy
touched, but it felt real good when he did," Jeffy replied. He went back to
sucking Boomer's dick.

After a minute or two, Boomer said, "Wait, I feel something now. Go back
there."

Jeffy didn't stop sucking and didn't reply. We took it for granted that he
was trying to find the same spot again.

"That feels good. It's not real great but it's good. Keep rubbing right
there," Boomer told him.

Kevin and I watched as Jeffy apparently continued to rub that spot.

After a few minutes, Boomer said, "That feels good, but that's all. It
don't make me crazy hot like you were talking about."

Jeffy stopped sucking him and replied, "Well maybe it doesn't work on
everybody or something.  But I touched every place inside you I could reach
with my finger. If that was the only place that felt good, then that had to
be it. Lemme try it on somebody else. Matt?"

I knew what would happen if he started rubbing my prostate, but I agreed
anyhow. Boomer and Kevin now watched as I pulled my legs up and Jeffy
inserted his freshly-lubed finger into my asshole. It went right in when he
pressed the tip against it. I felt him wiggle it around, touching
everything he could reach. He also sucked my dick at the same time.

When he touched my prostate, I said, "That feels great!"

"It's the same place I was touching inside Boomer," Jeffy said, letting my
dick fall back onto my belly. He continued to rub my prostate, asking,
"Does it still feel good."

"Oh, yeah!" I replied. "That feels really great." Of course it was no
surprise to me that it did, but I didn't want to give away the fact that
this wasn't my first time.

"Suck his dick some more," Boomer said to Jeffy. Then he asked me, "Does it
really feel that much better than him just sucking you?"

"Sure does!" I said. "I'm beginning to feel like I'm gonna cum soon. You
better stop, Jeffy."

Jeffy stopped sucking my dick again and slid his finger out of my
asshole. I lowered my legs.

"I can't believe it doesn't feel like that for me."

"It seemed like it worked more on you than it did on me on Saturday," Jeffy
told me. "I wasn't ready to cum near as fast as you were."

"I dunno," I said. "It felt really great to me. Lemme do it to you."

I knew I wouldn't have any trouble finding Jeffy's prostate after the
experience I had from Del.  He got into position and I lubed up my
finger. It took some pressure to get it inside of him, but not very much.

I decided it would be smarter not to go straight to his prostate, so I
moved my finger around for a minute or so while I sucked his dick.

When I touched his prostate, Jeffy said, "That's the place. That feels
great!"

I continued to suck his dick and rub his prostate for a few more minutes.
When I stopped, Jeffy hadn't jet warned me of an impending orgasm, so
clearly I was more sensitive to prostate manipulation than Jeffy was.

"I'm gonna try it on Kevin," I said.

Kevin rolled onto his back and pulled his legs onto his chest. I freshened
the vaseline on my finger and went for his asshole. Since he liked being
rimmed very much, I rubbed his asshole with my fingertip to give him
pleasure and to encourage him to loosen up.  After a minute or so my finger
was sliding in.

"I like the way that feels," Kevin said.

"He can't be touching you there yet," Jeffy said. "He doesn't even have
half his finger in you."

"Feels good anyhow!" Kevin asserted.

When I had my finger in to the hilt, I wiggled it around for a short time
and then went straight for his prostate. As soon as I touched it, Kevin
moaned.

"It feel good?" Jeffy asked.

"Oh, yeah! It feels awesome!" Kevin replied.

I was feeling around his prostate, touching it gently. He seemed to be at
least as sensitive as Del and may even have been more sensitive. I sucked
his dick into my mouth and began to work on the head with my tongue while
continuing to rub his prostate gently. Kevin continued to make sounds
indicating pleasure.

After about two minutes of that, Kevin said, "Oh! I think you got to stop!
I'm gonna cum!"

Before I could even pull my finger out of him, I felt the first spurt of
cum shoot into my mouth.  Realizing it was already too late to prevent his
orgasm, I worked to enhance it. I rubbed his prostate more firmly while
rubbing the bundle of nerves at the back of the head of his dick with my
tongue.

All the while, Kevin kept saying, "Oh! Oh!"

When he finished, I pulled my finger out of him and dropped his softening
dick onto his belly.  He lowered his legs to the floor and said, "I never
felt anything like that!  That was the best cum I ever had!"

"See, I told you guys," Jeffy said.

Boomer said, "Listen, you try it on me, Matt. Maybe You can do it better
than Jeffy."

But Boomer was apparently like Ted in his lack of sensitivity to prostate
stimulation. The best thing Boomer could say for it was that it felt good,
but not good enough and not nearly as good as being rimmed.

We switched around again since I was clearly wasting my time on Boomer and
Jeffy was anxious to have it done to him. I started sucking Jeffy's dick
and rubbing his prostate, but after a minute he suggested we do it to each
other simultaneously, which we did. The only disadvantage was there was no
holding off for either of us. Jeffy came first and I came right after him
in much less time than would ordinarily have been the case from sucking
alone. Afterwards the three of us worked together to suck Boomer's dick and
balls and rim him to make up for what he had missed otherwise. After he
came, he told us he felt he had gotten the best deal of all of us, but none
of us agreed.


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