Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2000 11:14:45 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 38 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 38

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 38

Not only did Phil let me drive almost half
of the way to the beach, but after I had
been behind the wheel for about an hour, he
went to sleep. I felt very complimented. I
didn't wake him until I pulled into a gas
station a half-hour or so from the motel.

"I guess I crashed on you," he told me as I
stopped the Explorer at a gas pump.

"Yeah, but lucky for you I didn't crash." I
stuck my tongue out at him to make my
point. "You needed the sleep if you're
gonna be any good later."

"Yeah, I guess I do owe you one after you
taking care of me on the road," he told me
with an evil grin.

"I figure you owe me at least one," I said.
"I gotta go pee. You pay for gas, remember?
That means you get to pump it too."

"I'm good at pumping things."

"Oh, yeah?" I was actually surprised he had
awakened in such a playful mood. "Maybe we
should go visit the can together. I can lay
my hands on the lube real quick."

"Hand job not good enough for you, huh?"

"If I wanted a hand job, I could take care
of it myself."

Phil started to say something but stopped
with his mouth half open. I noticed that
his gaze moved off of me to something
behind me. I turned around to meet the
stony-faced glare of this old guy who was
getting into his car. He continued to glare
at us out of the window as he started his
car and drove off.

"Think he heard us?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think he did. Guess we better be a
little more careful." He had a sheepish
grin on his face which suggested he wasn't
all that upset.

I went to the restroom alone, meeting Phil
as I came out. He handed me the car keys.
At first I thought he meant for me to
drive, but I decided since we were coming
into town, it would be better if he drove.
I was sitting in the passenger's seat when
he returned to the car.

It turned out our room at the motel had a
king size bed.

"Look, a play pen!" I yelled as I jumped to
the middle of it.

"They're gonna come put the rails around it
in a few minutes."

"To keep you in?"

"So neither one of us falls off."

He grabbed me by the foot and pulled so I
landed on my back in the middle of the bed.
He held my foot as he got onto the bed,
releasing it as he crawled up me until we
were face to face. Then he kissed me. I
opened my mouth to welcome his tongue and
wrapped my arms around him to pull him
against me.

A few minutes later when we finished
kissing, he asked, "Dinner, shower, walk on
the beach in the moonlight, sex here in
this bed or shower, dinner, walk, sex. Pick
one."

"How about sex, shower, dinner, walk, sex?"

"Too sweaty for sex before a shower."

"Wouldn'ta been if we hadn't had the
windows down."

"I like riding with the windows down unless
it's killer hot. You got something against
fresh air?"

"No, but I hate to miss an opportunity for
sex."

"You don't have to miss any opportunities.
You can jerk off before we eat or before we
shower or both times if you want to."

"Thanks a lot. Sex means doing it with
another person."

He made a show of looking around the room.
"Far as I can see, there's nobody else here
who's available for sex right now. So it
doesn't look to me like you're missing any
opportunities. Let's shower first and then
go eat."

The shower developed into something more,
as I thought it would because of Phil's
playful mood. We both got hard as we
lathered each other, and by the time we
were clean the washing had turned into
caressing. We kissed and touched each other
under the heavy fall of water from the
shower head. Saving water was clearly not
one of this motel's priorities.

After a while Phil dropped to his knees and
began to suck my dick. I loved it,
especially as foreplay, but I wanted to be
able to touch him too. But Phil was going
for the prize. I came in his mouth in just
a few minutes. When I was finished, he
stood and gave me a taste, but he wouldn't
let me return the favor.

"I owed you that one from today," he said.
"I'm saving the rest for later. Let's go
get some dinner."

We pulled on shorts, T-shirts, and shoes. I
didn't bother with underpants and neither
did Phil, something which was unusual for
him. He tended to hang long, so the
swinging of his dick as he walked was
visible against the supple material of his
shorts. I noticed a few pair of eyes target
his crotch as we walked to the restaurant
the desk clerk had recommended.

After we ate, Phil paying and making an
issue of my having agreed to him doing it,
we walked to the beach and down to the
water's edge. I had never actually been to
the ocean before, my parents preferring to
vacation inland, so I was very excited
about seeing it for the first time. I
hadn't told Phil that before. He was
pleased he was the one to show it to me. I
was disappointed there wasn't much in the
way of surf, but waves were rolling up the
beach. We took off our shoes and carried
them as we walked in the water. We had the
beach pretty much to ourselves.

After a minute I reached out and took
Phil's hand. "This ok, you think?"

"Sure," he said, squeezing my hand and
continuing to hold it.

We were walking for quite a while and were
away from the built-up area when we came to
a place where the dunes extended almost to
the water's edge. There was a sign saying
the beach beyond this point was clothing
optional.

"This the nude beach you were talking
about?" I asked.

"This is it."

"You really just go out there naked in
front of other people? And they're naked
too?"

"They don't have to be naked. That's what
optional means. Some wear suits. But lots
of people are naked."

"Men and women both?"

"Yeah, and kids. At least here. Further
down there's an area where it's just guys."

"I might be able to do it easier if it's
just guys."

"If people looking at you is what you're
worried about, this end'd be better. Here
people will just glance at you. Down there
they'll stare."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess so." I was embarrassed
that I hadn't understood at first. I
decided to make up for it. "Guess I better
start getting use to it." I let go of
Phil's hand and pulled my shorts down,
trying to step out of them without getting
them wet and only partially succeeding.
After I pulled my T over my head, I
gathered shorts and T into a bundle with my
shoes and took hold of Phil's hand again.
The idea of walking up the beach naked
began to give me a hardon.

"You know, you don't have to get use to it.
We can stay on the textile beach."

"No, you want to be on the nude beach and I
kinda like the idea. But what if I get a
hardon? Like the one I'm getting now."

"Yeah, I see it. If it happens, it happens.
But I bet it won't. It's never happened to
me. You almost never see guys getting hard
out on the beach. Just a sec."

Phil pulled off his own shorts and T,
bundled them with his shoes, and took my
hand again.

"It makes a difference if you're not the
only one too. It doesn't really have
anything to do with sex."

"If you think walking down this beach naked
with you doesn't have anything to do with
sex, then you need to think about it some
more."

"Well, ok. You're right. But tomorrow it
won't be just you and me and we won't be
holding hands."

"But it's just us now." I stopped and
kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Want to
go in the water?"

"Yeah, I do! Let's put our stuff up the
beach a ways where the water won't get to
it."

We picked a place for our clothes that
would be easy to spot when we came back.
Then we ran into the water, splashing each
other as we went. We kept moving out until
the water was about chest deep but the
swells didn't cover our heads. Then we
wrestled and played around for about half
an hour, dunking each other and playing a
version of grabass that included the whole
body. My first mouthful of water was a
surprise because while I knew the ocean was
salty, I had had no idea just how salty it
was. I stayed hard and Phil got hard too
after I grabbed his dick a few times.

When I began to tire, I wrapped my arms and
legs around him and kissed him, driving my
tongue into his mouth. He took hold of the
cheeks of my butt and pulled me against him
as well. The water trapped between us acted
like a lubricant as our dicks rubbed
against each other. I began to slide up and
down against him causing our dicks to rub
each other even more.

After a short while, Phil broke a kiss to
say, "We're going to drown if we keep this
up."

"I don't want to stop."

"Let's just get out of the water, ok?"

"Ok," I replied, not releasing my hold on
him and pressing my mouth against his
again.

Phil carried me out of the water and
dropped to his knees above the high-water
mark. He fell forward letting my back fall
to the sand and falling with me because of
my grip on him. We were against the side of
a dune rather than on the more level part
of the beach so Phil had to dig in his feet
to keep us where we were. I continued to
hump against him, rubbing my dick against
his dick and belly and his dick against
mine. He kept his hold on my butt, pulling
me back up the dune as I slid down.

I was surprised by the degree of excitement
I felt. All I could think about was
cumming. I pressed my mouth against his so
tightly that I couldn't breathe and I knew
he couldn't either. We only broke to steal
quick gasps of air as we rubbed our dicks
harder and harder against each other. I
know I sucked the air out of his lungs when
I came. He pulled his mouth from mine and I
heard myself draw in a ragged breath of air
as I shot my cum onto his belly. Phil
continued to grind his crotch against me as
I came.

When I was finished, I pushed him off of
me. I knew he hadn't cum and I wanted him
to. I forced him onto his back against the
side of the dune and slid down its face so
I could take his dick into my mouth. I
tasted the salt water and my own cum and
felt some sand as I sucked in his dick. I
sucked him hard, pulling his foreskin off
the head, forcing the head of his dick into
my throat, and pressing my lips against his
pubic hair. He caught the spirit of what I
was doing and began to push his hips
forward until he was fucking my mouth. When
he came, he took hold of my head and
plunged his dick deep into my mouth,
shooting down my throat. The head was so
far into my throat that I didn't taste his
cum until he pulled his dick out of my
mouth.

He collapsed beside me after the last spurt
left his dick and took me in his arms. "You
ok?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm great!" I said, realizing
just how exhausted I was at that moment.

"I was afraid I hurt you. I kinda got out
of control."

"No, no problem. I'm fine," I told him as I
hugged him back.

"Where'd that come from? One minute we're
playing around in the water and the next
we're going at it like we were crazy."

"I dunno. I never did it outside before."

"Maybe we should do it outside more often
then," Phil said with a laugh.

I tried to push him away, though I didn't
try very hard. "Like it's not good enough
inside, huh?"

He hugged me tighter. "No, I like it inside
too. Especially when it's inside of you."

"Humph," I said, smiling and going limp so
I could cuddle against him even closer.

He hugged me against him, rocking me gently
for a minute. Then he said, "Don't get too
comfortable. We got to walk back to the
motel."

"We could just sleep here," I said, not
really meaning it.

"Let's go. I need to wash off this cum
too."

He stood and pulled me to my feet. We ran
back into the ocean. The water gave us back
some of our energy, so we played around for
a few minutes before we came out. When we
looked for our clothes, we couldn't spot
the landmark we had picked out. I began to
wonder if many people came back to the
motel naked in the middle of the night and
what we would do it we actually couldn't
find our clothes.

But after a few minutes of near panic, we
discovered we had moved down the beach
while we were in the water so the place
where we left our clothes was actually some
distance off. Fortunately for us, it was in
the direction of the motel, so we picked
them up and continued to walk along naked
and holding hands until we reached the sign
warning that the beach ahead was textile
rather than clothing optional.

For some reason the message on the back of
the sign warning everyone there would be
clothed people ahead struck me as funny.
Phil said he had never thought of it that
way until I said it. "Imagine it, somebody
naked suddenly coming across somebody
wearing a bathing suit and screaming
because he saw clothes. Not the way you'd
think it would happen."

We both laughed over it as we pulled our
shorts on. I had been naked for so long
that they felt strange. I didn't bother
with my T and neither did Phil.

When we got back to the room, we needed
another shower to wash off the sand and the
salt. We washed each other and  both got
hard, but neither of us had the energy to
do more than fall into bed and go to sleep.


To be continued
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