Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2000 13:10:09 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Summer of My 15th Year" 33 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 33

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 33

Ted's term ended a week before mine, so he
was home during my final exams. He had
three and a half weeks off before summer
school started. He pitched in right away
and took over most of the mowing, which
left me free to cram for my exams and to
see Phil. I told Ted he didn't have to make
time for me to see Phil too because he was
doing enough by giving me a break for my
exams. In his typical straightforward
fashion, he told me I had my priorities
wrong.

Soon after Ted came home, Phil called to
talk to my Dad. At the time I thought he
had been lucky to call when he did because
if Dad was in his studio, the rule was
"take a message, no matter who it is." Mom
would have been an exception, I know, but
usually she talked to me when she called
and left a message for Dad to call her if
she needed to talk to him. But when Ted was
home and actually in the house, Dad seemed
to spend a lot of time in our part of the
house and in the world where the rest of us
lived as well.

"What do you want to talk to him about?" I
asked Phil.

"None of your business."

"Oh, well, ok. Since you put it that way."
I was using my most put-upon tone of voice.

"Just lemme talk to him. I'll call you back
later when I get home, ok?

"I suppose," I said, still in the same tone
of voice.

As it happened, Dad was in his bedroom
getting cleaned up. He took the call there.
I was tempted to listen in, but in the end
I continued to prepare supper with Ted's
company if not his help. I had just told
Ted to call Dad to the table when he came
into the kitchen on his own.

"Phil's got a week's vacation coming up in
two weeks. He's going to the beach. Some
place on the ocean," Dad told me as he sat
down and I started serving supper.

"Great!" I said, wondering what was coming
next. He hadn't mentioned his vacation to
me.

"He wanted to know if we would let you go
with him for the week."
I nearly dropped the pan from which I was
spooning out gravy. "I can, right?" I asked
immediately.

"What about your mowing?"

"I'll do that while he's gone," Ted said
casually. "Give me a chance to make a few
bucks."

I knew that was a lie. Or at least that Ted
really didn't need to make a few bucks. He
had been earning more money in the stock
market than he ever had from mowing. In
fact, he had been so successful during the
past year that he was thinking about buying
a new car. But he was so quick with his
answer to Dad that I began to wonder if he
had known in advance what Phil was calling
for.

"In that case, I don't see any reason why
not. I'll talk to your mother, but I'm sure
she'll say yes too."

"Wow, that's great!" I said. I couldn't
wait to get Ted alone to find out what he
knew. And then I was going to give Phil a
hard time for not telling me first.

As it happened, I had to settle for talking
to Phil first because Ted stayed close to
Dad all evening. When Phil finally called,
I was on him in a flash.

"Why didn't you tell me that was what you
were going to ask him?" I demanded.

"How about a hello? Because you would have
worked on him about it. This way I got to
find out how he really feels about you
hanging around with me."

"When were you gonna tell me? You haven't
even asked me if I wanted to go." I was
experiencing conflicting feelings about
this. On the one hand, I was thrilled to be
going. On the other, I thought he was
treating me like a child, something hardly
anyone did any more.

"I was gonna tell you right after I asked
him. I didn't know he'd tell you. I thought
it'd be a surprise when I asked you and
it'd be so great because I'd already know
your parents'd let you go. I can't just
cart a fourteen-year-old boy away without
his parents' permission. You know that. You
don't want to go?"

"Yeah, I do!" I started to say something
about wishing he'd asked me first anyhow,
but I held it back. The truth was, as I
realized for myself, I couldn't have said
yes without asking my parents either. I
decided to drop it and let him see just how
thrilled I was. "I can't wait! A whole
week, just us!"

"We're on then. We'll pull outta here first
thing Saturday morning and be gone until
the next Sunday."

"You wanna leave now? I can be packed in
five minutes. Two pair of shorts, two T-
shirts, three tubes of lube."

"Better take some sun block instead of all
that lube or your butt'll get burned."

"You mean we're gonna be outside?" I
whined. "I thought we could spend the week
in bed."

"Think again. Maybe at night if you're
lucky. We're going to the beach! We're
gonna do beach stuff!"

"Yeah!" I yelled into the phone.

Phil told me some of the things he had in
mind that we might do. When he said my butt
would get burned, it turned out he wasn't
kidding. One of the things he mentioned was
going to a nude beach. I didn't know how I
felt about that.

That night in bed I asked Ted if he had
known about the vacation.

"Sure did. Phil emailed me at school."

I knew they had been emailing each other.
Ted had started it by asking me for Phil's
email address. He said he just wanted to
get to know Phil a little better. Phil, on
the other hand, hadn't mentioned it until I
confronted him with it. His reaction was,
"What, you got to know everything?"

"So why didn't you tell me?" I asked Ted.

"Didn't want to spoil the surprise. Didn't
know Dad would just blurt it out like that.
Phil went to a lot of trouble to make it
work out."

"Did he ask you to do my mowing for me?" I
had begun flipping Ted's dick back and
forth in preparation for sucking it.

"Nope. He asked me if I knew how long you
could be gone without getting in trouble
with your customers. I volunteered to do
the mowing so you could be gone the whole
week."

"That's so great. I'll make it up to you."

"Sure will. You can start tonight as soon
as I get your ass lubed up."

"Oh man, you're really gonna make this hard
on me. I can tell." I said this in a voice
dripping with resignation and followed it
with a deep, long sigh.

"Well, even if you figure two hours mowing
for one using your asshole, your asshole is
mine for about ten-twelve hours of heavy
duty work. But don't worry. I don't wanna
collect it all tonight."

"I wasn't worried. I know you'd never last
that long. Whadda ya mean Phil went to a
lot of trouble to make it work out?"

"He emailed me a couple weeks ago to ask if
I thought Mom and Dad would let you go.  I
emailed Mom and got her to agree before he
asked Dad. Dunno what she did, but she said
she'd make sure it was ok with Dad. Then
after I told him I'd do the mowing, he had
to swap vacations with somebody so he could
go while I was here. Plus he made
reservations and all that. He really wanted
to surprise you. It's too bad Dad spoiled
it."

"Yeah, it is. But I was sure surprised when
Dad told me. It's just too bad Phil didn't
get to see it." I decided I was going to
have to make it up to Phil too.

"Ya know, he's really a nice guy. You
really lucked out there. How about grabbing
the lube and a rubber. I think I'm just
gonna lie here and let you sit on my dick."

"Your wish is my command!" And it was, at
least to the extent that I sat on his dick
after he lubed my asshole and made it last
for nearly an hour before he rolled me onto
my back and fucked us both to a very hard
orgasm.

I started working with Steve on the first
Monday of my school vacation. I had mowed
his lawn the previous Saturday, the only
lawn I mowed that week thanks to Ted. Steve
was anxious to get started on the privacy
fence because the weather was warm enough
to take advantage of a hot tub.

When I was finished mowing, we sat in his
living room and talked about my work
schedule while I watched his dick move
around in a pair of light green shorts. I
had finally gotten to the point where
watching it didn't give me a hardon, but I
still enjoyed the show. We agreed that
while he had work for me to do, I would
work with him in the mornings and do my
mowing in the afternoons. This was a good
arrangement for me because the grass was
usually too wet from dew to be mowed until
around eleven o'clock anyhow. He asked how
early I was willing to start. I had always
awakened when the room got light, even if I
had had a short night, so I told him any
time after sunrise would be fine. We agreed
on six-thirty.

So at six-thirty on the first Monday of my
school vacation I arrived at Steve's house
ready to work. I rode up behind him on my
bicycle and said hello. That startled him.
He jumped and dropped the fence posts he
was carrying.

"I thought you'd be on your mower and I'd
hear you coming," he said by way of
explanation.

"No, we hauled it home to mow the yard
yesterday. Ted'll bring it into town later
on."

"Well, you sure started my heart," he said
laughing. "Want a cup of coffee before we
get started?"

"No, thanks," I told him.

"Ok, then let's get to it."

He began to tell me how we would go about
setting the posts in the holes he had
already dug. As he talked, he moved from
place to place pointing at things, and I
watched his dick bounce in his shorts. He
was wearing blue ones this time and a long
sleeve shirt which wasn't buttoned. He was
also wearing work boots with white socks,
the first time I had seen him in shoes
since he had come to the dream house.

Steve had worked most of the previous week
getting the materials for the fence and
preparing the posts and rails. He had
nailed two sticks crosswise on the posts to
maintain the same height from post to post
and to keep the posts from resting on the
bottom of the holes. He had also mortised
the posts for the two rails to which the
boards would be attached and the ends of
the rails as well.  That was all done
before I even got there. What was left was
a two-man job.

We started setting the posts in the holes.
I held the first post in place while Steve
lifted the top rail and fitted it between
the post he had already bolted to the side
of the house and the one I was holding. He
drilled two holes through the joint of the
post and the rail and handed me the drill
to do the same on my end. I put my two
bolts into place and hand-tightened the
nuts while Steve did the same on his end.
We repeated the whole process on the bottom
rail. Steve tightened the nuts with an
electric socket wrench. Last of all we
attached two sticks at an angle from the
side of the post to the ground, using them
to hold the post vertical. By the time we
worked our way back around to the house,
the whole structure was rigid.

The morning had started off cool and foggy.
As the fog burned off, it started to get
warm, and the residual moisture from the
fog made the air humid. Shortly after we
started work, Steve shed his shirt. I had
been dressed much as he was, wearing my
steel-toe mowing boots with socks and a
sweatshirt over shorts that were loose and
baggy. My sweatshirt followed his shirt to
the edge of the porch.

As we worked, we rubbed up against each
other, wrapped an arm around each other's
chests to hold something in place, and even
leaned into each other. We were both
sweating, and the sweat made us slippery as
we touched. After a while the sweat soaked
through our shorts. Mine were loose but
his, already tight, began to cling to him
like a second skin and to outline his dick
even more clearly.

By the time we had bolted the last rail
into place, we were both dripping with
sweat. I felt as if my shoes were full of
water, and my shorts were so saturated that
drops were falling from the hem.

"I'm ready for a shower and some lunch. How
about you?" Steve said.

"Sounds great. But you don't have to give
me lunch on days I work."

"I was counting on you staying. I made a
chicken salad last night. It only has to be
dished out."

"That's great!" I told him. "You're a good
cook."

He gave me that great smile.

We gathered up the tools and piled them on
the porch. As we sat side by side on the
edge of the porch taking off our shoes,
Steve told me he would be mixing the
concrete the next day and putting it in the
holes around the bottom of the posts. It
needed another day to dry, so he wanted me
to come back to help him attach the fencing
boards on Thursday.

When we stood up, he said, "You can have
the shower first."

That was when I realized I was finally
going to have an opportunity to see his
dick out of the shorts. My own dick shot
straight up, but my shorts were so loose
that it didn't show. I made sure I kept my
back to him as I walked to the bathroom
door, dropped and stepped out of my shorts,
and went into the bathroom.

I had just started the shower when I heard
Steve say, "I'm going to drop your clothes
in the washer. You can't put them back on
they way they are. They're soaked."

I hadn't intended to wear them again,
except for the shoes. I had a bundle of
clean clothes tied to my bike that I
planned to change into after we finished
working. But when Steve said he was going
to give me lunch, I took it for granted he
would lend me a pair of shorts as he had
every Saturday since I began mowing for
him. I started to tell him he didn't need
to wash them, but he had already left the
room by the time I spoke.

In the meantime, there was my hardon to
think about. It was still there pointing up
my belly in all its glory. I considered
jerking off quickly, but before I could
even wrap my hand around it, I heard Steve
say, "I put a pair of clean shorts on my
bed for you." Knowing that he was standing
there naked and I would finally see his
dick didn't help my hardon one bit. In the
end I turned the faucet to all cold water
and forced myself to stand under it while I
watched my dick shrivel.

I was shivering when I stepped out of the
shower, and Steve noticed.

"What'd you do, take a cold shower?"

"Just at the end. I thought it would cool
me off."

"Turn around and I'll dry your back."

I did as he said. He gave me a brisk rub
with the towel, warming me slightly with
the friction. I tried, unsuccessfully, not
to think about his dick, which I saw just
before I turned away from him. The shaft
was over two inches wide and flat across
the top. It was easily twice as thick as
mine is when it's soft and more than four
inches long. The head was large and pointed
and it hung over the shaft perhaps a
quarter of an inch. His dick stuck straight
out of a small bush of pubic hair and then
curved to the left so the head was actually
beside his balls. His balls were large and
tight against his crotch. It almost looked
as if they were supporting the base of his
dick.

Cold as my dick was, it tried to respond to
the picture in my mind. I tried to pull my
mind away from the image and had some
success. He handed me the towel and stepped
into the shower. As I finished drying
myself and was going to put on the shorts,
Steve began to talk, so I sat on the toilet
and listened.

"Switching to cold water like that really
doesn't cool you off," he told me. "Usually
you begin sweating again after a few
minutes. You're actually better off if you
take a longer lukewarm shower."

"I didn't know that."

"It has to do with the way your body reacts
to temperature. You're probably starting to
sweat again already."

In fact I was, but I had attributed it to
my fear of a hardon. "You're right," I told
him.

He talked a little longer about controlling
body temperature, and I responded with
brief answers just to keep the conversation
going since I didn't know anything about
the subject. My attention was focused on my
dick and my effort to keep it from
blossoming into another hardon.

By the time he finished his shower, I felt
I had it enough under control that I could
risk drying his back. I got another view of
his dick, head-on this time, as he stepped
out of the shower. It was longer now, but
only as much as dicks get in a warm
atmosphere. My own dick twitched but that
was all. I dried his back, rubbing it
briskly as he had done mine.

After putting on shorts, we went into the
kitchen. I poured ice tea while he spooned
chicken salad onto two plates. He also had
bread with a hard crust and a plate of
tomato wedges. It was too early in the
season for local tomatoes, so these were
the mushy hot-house variety, but everything
else was good. We finished it all in about
half the time it took him to make it. He
got up to pour more tea, so I started to
move the dishes to the counter over the
dish washer.

"Leave it and let's sit in the living
room," he told me.

He didn't have to ask me twice. I settled
into my usual chair and he sat on the sofa,
but instead of sitting back and spreading
his legs to give me my usual show of his
dancing dick, he sat at the edge and
rotated his arm as he squeezed his
shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My shoulders are really sore. I
wouldn't've expected it with all the
exercise I get."

"You mean from what we did this morning?" I
was surprised because while I was tired,
none of my muscles were particularly sore.

"No, from digging the holes."

"What'd you use?"

"Tiling spade and post-hole digger."

"Post-hole digger? You mean that thing that
looks like two little shovels with long
handles that're hinged together? I used one
of those just once. I hated it."

"I looked at a power augur, but it took two
people to operate it and I wanted to get
started on the holes because I had the
time. I figured with working out the way I
do, I could do the job by hand. Show's what
I knew. I'm gonna have to add some new
exercises to my workout if I've been
missing those muscles all this time."

He had continued to rub first one shoulder
and then the other while we spoke.

"I can rub your shoulders for you," I told
him. Actually I was thinking about how
smooth his skin had felt the day he had had
me feel his muscles.

"Really? Would you mind? I'd pay you."

"I'll do it, but I'm not gonna let you pay
me for it. How about if you move to the
chair so I can get behind you."

He was in the chair as soon as I stood up.
His skin was very warm to the touch and
felt smooth, as I dug my fingers into the
muscles of his shoulders. He told me
immediately how good it felt and continued
to make encouraging noises as I worked on
his shoulders and kneck, the tops of his
arms, and the top of his back. Of course I
got a hardon, but since I was behind the
chair, I wasn't concerned about it.

After a few minutes he asked me, "Would you
mind if I lie on the floor and you did it a
little longer?"

I thought that would actually be easier.
"Nope, go ahead."

He lay out flat on his belly with his hands
under his head. I knelt beside him and
continued what I had been doing, but being
off to the side as I was, I couldn't get
much leverage on the shoulder opposite to
the side where I was kneeling.

"I think I'm gonna have to straddle you to
get enough leverage to do the other side
right," I told him.

"Go ahead," he told me. "This feels so
good. I'm really beginning to relax."

I stepped across him and squatted down at
the small of his back. I shifted to my
knees and found I was practically sitting
on his butt. I went back to massaging his
shoulders and upper back with a lot of
force. He began making appreciative noises
again, so I continued. When my hands were
nearly worn out, I eased off and gave him a
light rub over the same area as a way of
signaling my intention of stopping. He had
gotten quiet a few minutes earlier. When I
stopped rubbing, I discovered he had gone
to sleep.

I watched him sleep for a minute after I
stood up. I didn't want to wake him, so I
decided to leave. I retrieved my wet
clothes from the washer, wrapped them into
a bundle, and tied them to my bike in place
of the clean clothes I had brought to mow
in. I brought my clothes back into the
bathroom to change. I peeked into the
living room and saw that he was still
asleep, so I left the shorts he had given
me on the bed and rode off.

Through all of it I had remained hard. The
silky smoothness of his skin combined with
the heat it gave off had increased the
excitement I had felt at seeing his dick
for the first time. Now I wanted sex. At
first I decided I should have jerked off in
Steve's bathroom before I left, but as I
neared Kevin's house, I had a different
idea. I wondered what the chances were of
finding him home. I knew his mother had
recently taken a part-time job, but I had
no idea what hours she worked.

"Hi. Anybody else home?" I asked Kevin when
he answered the door.

"No, just me. Why?"

"Wanna suck?" I said.

There had only been two occasions when
Kevin and I had had sex alone, and both had
taken place when he had come to the dream
house to swim. This was the first time
either one of us had approached the other
alone purely for sex.

A smile spread slowly across his face.
"Sure!"

We were naked in his bedroom in under two
minutes and in a 69 position on the floor
fifteen seconds after that. He took my
whole dick to the pubic hair in one motion,
but since his dick had continued to grow at
a faster rate than mine, I had to work at
it a little to get the head into my throat.
I finally succeeded.

Because of our experiences with the
foursome, both of us were in the habit of
giving pleasure rather than rushing our
partner to an orgasm, so we sucked slowly
and deeply for quite a while before I moved
to his balls. As I licked them, I felt him
do the same to mine, imitating my actions
as I expected him to do. I rubbed the back
of his dick with my cheek occasionally and
he did the same.

A while later I slid my arms through his
legs and pulled them back toward me until
his thighs were nearly pressed to his
chest. I licked along his perineum and up
his crack, circling his asshole rather than
touching it. I felt him repeat my actions
as I pulled my own legs toward my chest. I
dragged my tongue lightly through the hair
that had recently begun to fill his crack
and blew on his asshole. I could see it
pucker more tightly and then release when I
did. I could feel my dick pressing against
his chest and his pressing against mine. I
teased his asshole for a few minutes before
stabbing it directly with my tongue. He
jumped when I did, reminding me how
sensitive his asshole was. I pressed my
mouth against it and buried my tongue in
it. He did the same to me. I could feel him
shaking with pleasure from my assault.

When his asshole had relaxed completely, I
moved back up his perineum to his balls and
then his dick as I slid my finger into his
asshole and touched his prostate lightly.
He jumped immediately when I did but he
didn't do the same to me. In fact, he
seemed to have gone limp beside me. I
rubbed his prostate lightly again and again
he jumped, but he did nothing to me in
return.

Kevin had always had a tendency to be
passive in sex, usually imitating what was
done to him but never initiating anything
on his own. And I was sure he was very
excited. My chest was wet with his precum
where his dick had been pressed as we
rimmed, as was his with mine. It occurred
to me to tell him to rub my prostate too,
but before I did I had another thought.

I let his dick slide out of my mouth and
asked, "Can you get a rubber?"

"Think so. I think my dad has some."

"Want to see?"

I slipped my finger out of his asshole and
unwound myself from around him. I would
have asked immediately what they were
wanted for if someone had asked me to
produce some. He simply stood up and left
the room. In a few minutes he was back with
his dick sticking out at a forty-five
degree angle and a box half full of rubbers
in his hand. I took the box when he held it
out to me and stroked his dick a few
times..

"Got anything we can use for lube?" I
asked.

"I don't have any of the stuff you got."

"How about vaseline? Or maybe KY. Does your
dad have KY?"

"Does it come in a tube?"

"Yeah, blue and white."

"There was a tube in the drawer with the
rubbers."

"Want to get it?"

Two minutes later he was handing it to me.
It was half full. I wondered if he realized
how much he had just told me about how his
parents had sex, but I decided it wouldn't
even cross his mind.

On the other hand, I noticed his dick was
beginning to droop, so I sat up, pulled him
toward me, and began to suck it while
sliding my finger back into his asshole and
rubbing his prostate lightly. His dick
quickly got hard in my mouth and he began
to tremble. I continued to suck his dick
for another minute or so, and while I kept
my finger inside him, I avoided his
prostate because I was afraid I would make
him cum.

"I want to fuck you," I told him when I
stopped sucking his dick. I slid my finger
out of his asshole, took his hand, and
pulled him to the floor.

"You mean put your dick in me?"

"Yeah, just like I had my finger in you."

"I dunno. You sure it'll fit?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. We just have to work on it
some."

"Ok."

I positioned him so he was lying on his
back with his knees bent and his legs
spread. I began working KY into his asshole
while I licked his dick.

"Feel good?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. It really does."

Since he was naturally passive during sex,
and since I wasn't demanding any action on
his part, he simply lay there letting me do
as I pleased. I worked the second finger
into him without a problem, but when I
started with the third, he said, "That
hurts."

"It'll stop in a minute. It's like the
first time we started with our fingers. You
just have to get used to it."

Since he trusted me, he waited as I
continued.

"Feel better now?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's ok now."

"I think we're ready then."

I rolled the rubber down my dick. Kevin
surprised me by watching me carefully. I
supposed it was the first time he had ever
seen a rubber actually on a dick. I lubed
the outside with KY, pulled Kevin's legs up
so his feet were on my shoulders, and
pressed the head of my dick against his
asshole. Once I was sure it wouldn't slide
away, I took hold of his legs and pushed
them back toward his chest, spreading them
wide.

"You ok?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I like the way your dick feels
there."

I began to push. Surprisingly, my dick
started sliding into him easily.

"It doesn't hurt, does it," I asked.

"No! That feels great!"

I kept pushing until my pubic hair was
pressed against his perineum. I stayed
still to let him adjust to having my dick
inside of him as I wrapped my arms around
his legs and took hold of his dick. I began
to stroke it lightly with the hand that
still had KY on it from lubing my dick.

"That feels good too!" he told me.

I didn't think I was touching his prostate
unless there was some slight pressure on it
from the shaft of my dick laying alongside
of it, but I meant to find it as soon as I
could. I slid my dick slowly out of him
until only the head was still inside.

"Oh, I don't like that. Put it back!" he
told me.

So I did, changing the angle slightly to
try to rub his prostate with the head of my
dick.

"Yeah, that feels good!" he told me. But I
knew I hadn't hit his prostate.

I continued to slide my dick slowly in and
out, moving both him and me to achieve a
different angle. I knew instantly when I
made contact because his whole body jerked
and I felt his dick swell in my hand.

"That really feels good!" he told me.

Three more strokes and he shot a load
straight up his chest. He made a loud
strangled sound when he came, surprising me
both by the noise and the suddenness of his
orgasm. I was nowhere near cumming myself.
I wondered if he would want me to pull out
now that he had cum. I continued to slide
my dick in and out as he finished his
orgasm and moved into the afterglow. I
changed my angle of attack so I wasn't
rubbing his prostate any longer.

But Kevin didn't say anything about us
stopping, and his dick remained hard in my
hand. He lay there passively with his eyes
closed. I continued to slide my dick in and
out of him slowly while I held his dick,
being careful not to rub it while it was
still hypersensitive.

When I began to think I was moving toward
my own orgasm instead of just enjoying the
pressure and friction of his asshole on my
dick, I changed angles again and began to
rub his prostate with my dick. I also began
to stroke his dick slowly. I also watched
Kevin carefully to see his reactions to
what I was doing.

He seemed very content lying there with my
dick sliding in and out of his asshole.
When I began touching his prostate again,
his expression changed and he seemed to be
concentrating. In a short while he began to
press his head backward and bend his neck
until he had to lift his shoulders from the
floor. His mouth opened as he did and he
began to moan softly.

I wondered if it was possible he could be
ready to cum again so soon, but I was
nearly ready myself, so I began to stroke
his dick faster. He continued to press his
head backward until most of his back was
off of the floor. He made a strangled sound
again and began to shoot, adding more cum
to what was already on his chest. I fucked
him faster, wanting to cum with him and
beginning my own orgasm as the last spurt
of cum left his dick.

When I had finished, I collapsed on him,
feeling his cum wet my chest as it made
contact with his. I moved my arms
immediately to support some of my weight
but I was unable to move off of him for a
few minutes.

When my dick had slipped out of his asshole
and I had rolled onto my side, Kevin said,
"You were right. That felt better than
anything I ever felt before. I wanna do it
again. How soon can you do it again?"

I wondered if I now had another Del on my
hands.


To be continued
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