Date: Sat, 08 Jul 2000 13:30:22 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer of My 15th Year 37 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 37

by Tim Foure

copyright 2000

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to homosexual erotica where you live, then
you should not read this story. The other
usual disclaimers too.
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Chapter 37

Friday night I stayed over at Phil's. I
would normally have done that anyhow, but
the idea this time was we could get an
early start for what would be an all-day
drive. Phil had had a long day and was very
tired. In contrast, I was so excited about
the trip that I was practically
hyperactive. I was trying to control myself
since I knew Phil was already exhausted and
he was going to have to do all the driving
the next day. I thought I was making a good
job of it until Phil said, "If you don't
quit jumping around, I'm gonna have to
smack you or something!"

I realized then that while I had it in my
mind to remain relaxed, my body had
continued to jump from place to place. I
suppose I was getting on his nerves. I
promised to stay still and sent him to take
a shower. I already had his dinner in the
oven staying warm. Ted had taken me to the
restaurant to pick it up on the way. Phil
didn't even give me an argument when I
brought it in along with my knapsack and
duffel.

After he ate, I made Phil lie on the bed
while I gave him a massage. I straddled his
butt and dug my fingers into his shoulders
with the same force Steve and I used on
each other.

"That hurts!" was Phil's reaction.

"It'll feel good in a minute," I told him.

"I don't care! It hurts right now!"

Deciding I might be using too much pressure
after all, I eased off while continuing to
knead his shoulder muscles.

"Now that does feel good."

I felt Phil relax under me. He had tensed
every muscle in his back when I had driven
my thumbs into his shoulders. Now he
released them. I continued to massage him
just as I normally did Steve. My dick was
hard with the pleasure of touching him and
of feeling his body beneath me. I wondered
if Phil was hard too but decided it was
more likely that he wasn't. In fact, when I
got to his butt and wanted him to spread
his legs so I could continue my downward
movement, I found he had gone to sleep. I
decided to continue anyhow. Taking hold of
his feet, I spread his legs open.

Phil immediately lifted up on his arms and
looked around drowsily. "Oh," he said as
his eyes finally focused on me. He lowered
himself until he was lying flat on the bed
again. "That's ok then. I must've gone to
sleep. What are you doing?"

"Just moving you so I could get at your
butt."

"Do what?"

"Get at your butt. I'm giving you a
massage, remember?"

"Oh, yeah! It felt great too!" He added a
drowsy smile which was only slightly
different from what I would normally have
called a stupid look.

"I wasn't done," I told him as I dug my
fingers and thumbs into his butt cheeks.

"Not so hard!"

I eased off again and continued. I had done
it out of a sense of annoyance. But I
wasn't annoyed because he had gone to sleep
and I wasn't at all sure of why I was. I
tried to put it out of my mind instead of
struggling to figure it out.

I finished his back and had him roll over.
I was disappointed he wasn't hard but
remembered my purpose was to relax him
rather than to heat him up. I straddled his
hips, making sure his dick was under my
balls. Then I began on his shoulders again.

Phil stayed awake through the rest of the
massage. What's more, instead of closing
his eyes as Steve did, he stared at me as I
worked on him, making occasional
appreciative noises. I felt his erection
grow under my balls, and I knew that while
Steve's hardon was just an indication he
was enjoying the massage, Phil's meant
something quite different. I increased the
movement of my hips beyond what would have
normally resulted from the massage to move
my balls back and forth on his dick.

After a while Phil reached up with both
hands and began rubbing them lightly over
my chest, concentrating on my nipples.
After a while he expanded what he was doing
to include belly and, finally, my hard
dick. The massage had become foreplay. I
leaned down to kiss him and felt his arms
slide around me as his tongue slid into my
mouth. I tried to support some of my weight
on my arms, but Phil pulled me so tightly
against him that he was actually supporting
it all himself.

When we broke the kiss, I whispered,
"You're supposed to be relaxing."

"I am relaxing," he replied.

I humped my dick against his and said,
"That doesn't feel relaxed."

"Believe me, it's the best kind of
relaxed," he told me as he humped against
me and pulled my face toward his for
another long kiss.

When we broke this time, I pulled myself
loose and slid down his body until my face
was at his crotch. I took hold of his dick,
stood it up, and began to drag my tongue up
it from his balls. I moved my head around,
getting about two-thirds of it. The
direction of my licking was keeping his
foreskin pulled over the head. After a
short while he began to ooze precum.

"Turn around so I can reach you too," Phil
said.

I did immediately, lying beside him as he
turned onto his side. I felt him take hold
of my dick and begin circling the head with
his tongue. I did the same to him, first
sliding my tongue into his foreskin and
then pulling it back slowly as I licked the
emerging head. All the while I sucked in
the precum oozing from the end. We both
continued down each other's dicks, taking
them into our mouths and finally forcing
the heads into our throats.

I moved to Phil's balls next, licking them
and sucking each one into my mouth and
playing with it with my tongue. Phil did
the same to me, as much as he could since
my balls were pulled tight against my
crotch. He moved from there along my
perineum to my asshole, rimming me for a
minute before driving his tongue into the
hole. I did the same to him, enjoying the
feel of the hair around his hole on my
tongue. We continued that for quite a while
wrapped into a tight ball as we pulled each
other closer.

When Phil sank his finger into me and began
to touch the edges of my prostate lightly,
I moved back to his dick and began to play
with his foreskin again. He liked having it
stretched, especially when I grabbed
between my tongue and teeth and pulled past
the head. I did that repeatedly as he
licked my balls and moved his finger around
inside me.

Finally we had to break so he could get the
lube and a rubber. Since we hadn't really
planned on having sex, we had left those
things in the drawer beside the bed. As it
happened, they were out of his reach as we
were lying on the bed. When he rolled back
toward me and gave me access to his dick
once again, I felt his well-lubed finger
slide back into me. I continued to tease
his foreskin and lick up his precum while
he lubed and stretched my asshole.

When I was ready, he handed me the rubber
to roll onto his dick. After I had it in
place and lubed, I straddled him and
brought the head to my asshole. Then I sank
onto it slowly until I had the entire
length inside me. Being on top in that way
was not my favorite position, as Phil knew.
It wasn't his either. He preferred being on
top, so I only did it occasionally for a
special reason.

"I've got my second wind. You don't have to
do all the work," he said to me as he
rubbed the lube remaining on his hand onto
my dick and began to stroke it slowly.

"I just wanted to be like this for a
minute," I told him as I rubbed his nipples
lightly and was rewarded with a pulse in
his dick. "Now the minute's up!"

I lay down on top of him, kissing him and
sliding my tongue into his mouth. He took
the hint, wrapped his arms around me, and
rolled me onto my back while remaining
inside me. I wrapped my legs around him to
pull him tight against me as he gave me a
little poke with his dick to make sure he
was still as far inside me as he could get.
Our kiss continued as he began long slow
strokes in and out of me.

I expected Phil to move us both quickly to
an orgasm since he needed to get a good
night's sleep, but I realized immediately
that he intended it to last since his belly
wasn't touching my dick and his long slow
strokes were barely stimulating my
prostate. That was fine with me. He could
have fucked me all night if he had wanted
to.

As the fuck continued, I paid closer
attention to the more subtle pleasures of
having his dick move in and out of me.
Usually I focused on the stimulation of my
prostate by the head of his dick. Now I
also paid attention to the feel of his dick
sliding through the double ring of muscle
of my asshole and the light touch of the
rim of his dick head as it pulled against
the inside of those muscles on the
outstroke just before he reversed
directions and slid it back into me. Then I
anticipated the touch of the head as it
slid across my prostate. Finally there was
the pleasure of being completely full as he
reached his maximum depth and the
accompanying sensation of his pubic hair
pressing tightly against my perineum.
Lastly before the whole process was
repeated, Phil twisted his hips slightly,
rubbing the hair against me and twisting
his dick through a small arc inside of me.

At first we were kissing continuously, our
tongues chasing each other inside our
mouths. But as the slow fuck continued, I
pressed my hands against Phil's chest,
forcing him to raise himself off of me and
finally to support himself on his two fully
extended arms. He managed the move without
ever breaking stride.

The position we were in gave me access to
the front of his body. I reached up and
rubbed both of his nipples lightly with the
balls of my thumbs. He was fully inside me
as I did, and I was rewarded by a swelling
pulse of his dick. After a short while I
licked my fingers and continued to rub his
nipples. I felt another pulse inside me. I
raised up on my elbows and began to lick
and suck his nipples. The pulses in his
dick continued.

When I lowered myself to the bed, Phil
tried to lower himself onto me, but I
pressed my hand against his chest, showing
him that I wanted him to stay where he was.
I ran my hands down his chest, belly and
sides  rubbing the muscles as I went.
Finally my hands were just above his pubic
hair, the point where our bodies began to
touch when he pressed his dick all the way
into me. I felt around the area of contact,
sliding my fingers around the base of his
dick and lightly over his balls as he
pulled out and sliding them back up his
belly as he slid his dick back into me.

"I like that," he told me with a wink. We
had been looking into each other's eyes the
whole time.

"Me too."

We continued in the same way for quite a
while, riding the crest of a swell that
didn't threaten to turn into a breaker. But
even as slowly we were progressing, there
came a point where the need for an orgasm
overcame any other pleasure. I slid my
hands around his back and pulled him down
against me. Our mouths pressed against each
other in a deep kiss. But instead of
letting it last, I broke the kiss and slid
my mouth to the side of his face and onto
his ear. I licked his ear with the tip of
my tongue and then drove it in. I felt
Phil's dick pulse as he lunged against me.
I also felt his tongue just touching my
shoulder.

"Ohhh!" he moaned as he switched to shorter
strokes which concentrated pressure on my
prostate. At the same time he began to move
his belly against my lubed dick.

Knowing we were now going for the prize, I
continued to lick his ear, moving after a
few minutes more down his neck and to his
shoulder and tasting his skin. I felt his
mouth on my shoulder and the wetness of his
tongue swirling around on it.

As I began to feel the warning signs of an
orgasm, he suddenly pressed his mouth
against the side of mine. I twisted my head
so I was facing him and opened my mouth,
letting his tongue penetrate me as his dick
was already doing. And I pulled him even
tighter against me.

Within a minute I felt his dick swell as it
produced the first burst of cum. Since I
was very near to cumming myself, knowing he
was cumming sent me over the edge as well.
He drove his dick deeply into me as each
spurt of cum left it. I matched him spurt
for spurt.

When it was over, he moved to roll off of
me, but I held him against me for a minute
longer until I felt his shrinking dick fall
from my asshole. Then I let him go. He
pulled me with him so when he was flat on
his back, I was lying on my side half
across him.

"Go to sleep," I told him as I lay my head
on his shoulder.

There was no response. In just a minute or
two his breathing become slow and regular
and I knew he had done as I had said.

Looking down his belly, I saw his hair
plastered to him by my cum. I had smeared
it sideways as we rolled, so the hair all
pointed toward me and the cum trail
disappeared between us. I could feel it
drying where our bodies touched. His dick
was still inside the rubber. The top half
was full of his cum and lying across his
hip toward me. I slid from under his arm
and pulled the rubber from his dick,
holding it while I tried to decide whether
or not to clean him up. In the end I
decided not to for fear I'd wake him. I
also decided not to clean myself. Instead,
I turned the rubber inside out and poured
his cum onto my belly, rubbing it around
until I covered most of the smooth skin
there. Then I lay down beside him and went
to sleep too as I felt his cum drying on my
belly.

In the morning I woke up early. I always
had trouble sleeping in the morning after
the room began to get light, and this day
was no exception. Phil had meant to set an
alarm before we went to sleep, but he got
sidetracked and then didn't do it. He was
sleeping peacefully beside me, lying on his
back with his mouth slightly open. I
decided to put on a pot of coffee before I
woke him.

As I stood at the toilet relieving myself
of what seemed like gallons of pee, I
noticed the dried cum on my belly and
thought about the wonderful sex we had had
the night before. I brushed my hand across
the crusty patch, causing a few white
flakes to break loose. The rest continued
to adhere to my skin.

While I was fixing the coffee, my stomach
growled making me think that some food
might be good too. Phil meant for us to get
an early start and then stop for breakfast
mid-morning, so I hunted through his
freezer for something light that would tide
us over until then. I had discovered early
on that Phil depended almost entirely on
frozen food for most meals he ate at home.
There were all sorts of things for
breakfast, some of them fairly decent. I
found a box of frozen sausage biscuits
which I thought would do the trick. I read
the directions, turned on the oven, and
when it had preheated, set the biscuits to
baking. They were so effort-free that they
even came on a disposable baking tray. I
found a tv table while they baked, got some
paper napkins, poured us both some coffee,
moved the biscuits from the baking tray
onto a plate, and carried the whole affair
into the bedroom.

Phil was still asleep and still in the
position he had been when I left. I took
one of the biscuits, got in bed beside him,
and held the biscuit under his nose. Within
a minute he awoke. When his eyes opened, I
reached behind me and put the biscuit back
on the plate.

Phil smiled at me as he awoke. "I smelled
something good," he told me.

"That was me," I replied, bringing my face
to within a few inches of his.

He pulled my face to his and kissed me.

"It smelled like sausage."

"I have a sausage," I replied. "But not as
big as your sausage." I rubbed my hand
lightly over his morning hardon under the
sheet.

"That wasn't the kind of sausage I was
smelling. But I like that kind of sausage
too."

"Well, to tell the truth, the sausage you
smelled is a patty, not a link. I brought
you breakfast in bed." I moved to reveal
the table with the coffee and biscuits.

"You're gonna spoil me the way you treat
me."

"I'm not worried."

"I hate to say it after you carried that in
here, but I have to pee right away. But
I'll come right back to bed, I promise."

It wasn't going to destroy the moment for
me. "Sure, go ahead. I'll be right here
waiting." I threw myself back into what I
thought of as an inviting pose."

He just laughed at me as he walked into the
bathroom.

When he came back, he got into bed next to
me. As I handed him a cup of coffee and a
biscuit, he said, "My belly's all covered
with cum."

"Wonder how that happened." I said it as a
statement, not as a question.

"I remember you cumming all over the place.
I just don't remember what happened after
that."

"Nothing happened after that. I told you to
go to sleep and you did."

"Oh. Sorry about that," he said with a
sheepish grin. "I'll do better from now on,
I promise."

"You couldn't do any better than you did
last night. Believe me."

That got me another grin.

After we finished the biscuits, we showered
together. Of course, we both got hard, but
when I tried to make something more of the
shower than an exercise in removing dried
cum, Phil said, "No time for that. We got
to get on the road."

"Ok. I'll wait and suck you off in the
car," I replied.

"That's not gonna save any time. It'll take
just as long in the car as it will here."

"But in the car you'll still be driving, so
it won't use up any travel time."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, not kidding."

"I'm not gonna ask you if you ever really
did that. I'd have an accident if you
sucked me off while I was driving."

I was remembering the time when I sucked
Ted off as he drove us home from Atlanta
while the two guys in the van watched us. I
would have told Phil about it if he had
asked, but he never asked about my sexual
experience. "You can pull over when you get
ready to cum."

"Might be too weird for me. But I'll think
about it," he said just before he ducked
his head under the water and began to rinse
himself.

Fifteen minutes later, hair still wet and
wearing a minimum of clothes, we threw our
luggage in the back of the Explorer and
pulled out of Phil's parking space. Before
this, the most exciting trip I had ever
been on had been to stay with Ted at
college. But the excitement I felt then
paled in comparison to what I was feeling
now. It was going to be the first time I
had ever stayed in a hotel without a member
of my family being there, and what was
more, I had nine more days during which I
would be with Phil all the time. I suppose
I was lucky I didn't hyperventilate and
pass out.

After about two hours on the road, we
stopped for that big breakfast at an IHOP.
I stared at the menu for a few minutes
before I told Phil, "It looks like the more
food you get, the less it costs."

"Yeah. I think that's true. Funny, huh?"

We talked our way through the various
combinations, finally deciding the biggest
bargain was four pancakes, three eggs,
three strips of bacon, three link sausages,
and hash brown potatoes, all for $6.49.
Phil also ordered coffee for both of us and
what we were surprised to find was a full
quart of orange juice when the waitress
brought it to the table.

When there was nothing edible left except
the four containers of flavored pancake
syrup at the end of the table, I grabbed
the check and said, "I'm buying breakfast."

"Hey! You bought my dinner last night. No
way!"

But I meant to get this straightened out
right away because I intended to have the
fun of spending money on him too. "You can
get dinner tonight. And I'll let you pay
for the gas."

"And the hotel."

"And the hotel. We already settled that."

"You drive a hard bargain."

I leaned over the table and whispered a
line I thought I had heard somewhere. "I
never said I was easy. But my ass can be
had if you play your cards right."

Phil turned bright red and looked around to
see if anyone else could have heard me.
When it was obvious no one did, he smiled
at me and whispered back, "Maybe I can get
my hands on a deck real soon."

"Not if I do first," I said in a normal
voice as I stood up and headed for the
cashier.

Around noon I gave Phil another surprise.
"I want to drive a while. You need a
break."

"You can't drive. You're only fourteen and
you don't have a license. What if we get
stopped? Besides, I'm used to driving all
day every day. This is a piece of cake."

"I know how to drive. Ted taught me how to
drive his car. He lets me drive the truck
most of the time. I'm a good driver. And
you know I look a lot older than fourteen.
I grew a lot this year. Why would anybody
stop us?"

"I believe you. And you do look a lot older
than fourteen. Make me happy just this one
time and let me drive, ok?"

"I thought I made you happy lots of times,"
I said, already intending to give in but
wanting to give him a hard time over it
before I did.

He didn't fall for it. "You know what I
mean."

So I switched to plan B. "I guess I'll just
have to suck your dick to pass the time
then."

I don't know if I can say I lost that one
too given what he said next. "Ok. How do we
work this out since you're the expert?" But
I did wonder if he was calling my bluff.

Not to be bluffed, I told him, "Move your
seat back and lift your butt so I can slide
your shorts down."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said
as he moved his seat back and lifted his
butt.

I pulled his shorts down and sucked his
dick into my mouth. It wasn't hard, and for
a minute I thought this wasn't going to
work because it didn't start to get hard.
But finally it did.

"This feels wild. I think I like it. But
you gotta stop when I tell you, ok?"

I tried to say ok, but without letting his
dick out of my mouth, so all he got in
response was, "Humk!"

"No joke! You really have to stop when I
say."

"Humk! Humk!" I said as loud as I could.

At first Phil just drove as I sucked and
licked, but after a while he began to
caress my head. I began to taste his
precum, which assured me he was into what
we were doing. A short time later he pulled
up my shirt and began rubbing my back
lightly. I felt his hand slide under the
waistband of my shorts and go down as far
as the top of my crack. It moved from side
to side, but never any lower. I figured
that was as far as he could reach.

I had been sucking him for some time when
suddenly he pulled his hand from inside my
shorts, put it between my head and the
steering wheel, and pulled my head back
against his belly, holding it there. When
he had it pressed against him, he put his
foot on the brake and began slowing down. I
wondered what was going on, but since he
hadn't told me to stop, I continued playing
with his foreskin with my tongue.

The feel of the road changed as the
Explorer moved from the driving lane onto
the shoulder. Finally it stopped and Phil
released my head.

"I can't hold out any longer," he said to
the top of my head.

I didn't try to make him either. Within a
minute he was cumming in my mouth. I
swallowed it all and kept his dick in my
mouth until it had shrunk to normal size. I
released it and sat up.

"That was great," he told me with a smile
as he grabbed me by the back of the head
and pulled me toward him. When we broke the
kiss, he asked, "You want to drive some
now?"

Yeah!" I said. After I thought a minute,  I
added, "But you can't suck me while I
drive. I know I'm not as good a driver as
you are."

"I wasn't planning on it. And you telling
me that makes me a lot more comfortable
about having you at the wheel."

Both of us took the opportunity to pee
beside the car as we switched places. Then
I pulled the Explorer back onto the
highway, determined to make Phil sure he
hadn't made a mistake by letting me drive.


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