Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 05:46:32 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 39 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 39

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 39

In the morning I woke up as the room got
light. Phil slept on, giving me the chance
to watch him sleep, one of my favorite
activities. We had kicked the sheet to the
bottom of the bed during the night,
leaving only our calves and feet covered. I
turned on my side and propped my head on my
hand so I could look down at Phil. He was
sleeping on his back as he usually did. His
legs were spread slightly and his knees
were bent into a sort of bow-legged
position. One hand was on his belly and the
other was on the bed between us. His face
was partially turned toward me and his lips
were barely open. I could hear him breathe
if I listened carefully. I knew he was
still very sound asleep because he hadn't
yet started to develop his morning hardon.
His dick was lying on his right leg
pointing toward me, the head fully inside
the foreskin which was puckered closed at
the tip.

I was content to lie there and just look at
him in a way that wasn't possible when he
was awake. I tried to memorize every detail
of his body, the way his long eyelashes
curved, the shape of his nose, the way his
nipples were nestled into the curly blond
hair of his chest, his strong beautiful
hands, the three freckles that formed a
triangle over the large vein that ran up
the front of his dick.

I was more content than I had ever been in
my life. I realized it was not only because
I was there with him, but I didn't have to
leave him later in the morning. It was
going to be just the two of us for the
whole week.

I don't know how long I lay there looking
at him and thinking. Eventually the noises
of flushing toilets and closing doors as
others awoke in the hotel overcame the
persistent hum of the air conditioner. Phil
changed position slightly twice and started
to get hard, a signal that he would wake up
before long.

I loved to watch his dick go from soft to
hard. First it thickened where it lay
across his hip. As it began to lengthen,
the pucker at the end disappeared as his
foreskin took on the cap-like shape of the
head beneath it. When his dick was nearly
full size, it jerked suddenly and moved
like the hand of a clock going from nine to
ten and then to eleven o'clock. The skin
began take on the pulled look that
betokened full erection as his dick jumped
from eleven to twelve and pointed straight
up his belly. And there it stayed, the
bottom half resting on the dark blond curls
of his pubic hair and the upper half
pointing up the treasure trail that grew
down his belly.

I slid out of bed and set up the four-cup
coffee maker that came with the room. In
barely more time than it took me to pee, it
was finished. I poured two mugs which
emptied the pot, turned it off, and carried
them to the bed, sipping mine as I walked.

As I got to the bed, I noticed Phil yawn
although he hadn't yet opened his eyes. I
put the mugs on the night table and slid
back into bed next to him, again supporting
my head on my hand so I could look down on
him. I don't know if it was coincidence or
a purposeful action on his part, but he
opened his eyes just as I lay my head on my
hand so I could stare at his face. His eyes
focused on me and his mouth turned up in a
smile. He stretched slowly, as a cat does,
clearly enjoying the straightening of his
muscles.

Finally he said, "Morning."

"Good Morning. I wondered if you were going
to sleep all day."

"I smell coffee."

"You can taste coffee too if you play your
cards right."

His left hand swung in an arc from the bed
to the back of my head and pulled my face
down to his. As our lips touched, his
opened, and his tongue moved into my mouth
licking the inside of my lips and poking at
my tongue. My tongue sought his. After a
minute or so our mouths separated.

"I guess I must have played 'em right
because I tasted the coffee. Do I get a cup
or do I have to suck it all off your
tongue."

"I was gonna give you a cup of your own,
but I like your idea better."

I turned around, took a mouthful of coffee,
and turned back to him. I placed my mouth
carefully on his and slid my tongue out
between my closed lips. I felt his lips
open, so I let my own open slightly. The
coffee left my mouth as he sucked it out,
swallowed, and slid his tongue in to
replace it. We played a little game of
tongue rubbing for a few seconds before I
broke the kiss.

"Want another swallow?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do, thanks."

We repeated the whole process, this time
with the addition of Phil's hand slowly
rubbing my hard dick.

"More?"

"Yeah. But I have to go pee first or I'm
gonna wet the bed."

I stayed where I was as he ran to the
bathroom. His stream hitting the water was
particularly loud. He hadn't been joking
about the urgency of his need. He came out
with a relieved look on his face, sat
beside me on the bed, and took a mouthful
of coffee from one of the mugs. When he
turned toward me, I realized what he was
doing. Our mouths pressed together and I
felt his tongue touch my lips. I opened my
mouth immediately, but he had apparently
taken too much coffee. I could feel that
his cheeks were distended from the pressure
of the coffee inside. As he opened his
mouth, he tried to fight down a cough. We
lost contact and the mouthful of coffee ran
down both our chins, chests, and bellies to
our laps.

I jumped up to keep the coffee from wetting
the sheets, but Phil lay back and started
to laugh.

"I guess we better drink the rest straight
from the cups," he said.

"Looks like it," I told him as I laughed
along with him.

Our morning shower turned into a mutual
jerk off session. Afterwards, we put on
bathing suits and T-shirts. I had bought a
very skimpy Speedo suit especially for the
trip, but when I saw myself in it and
thought about walking down the street
wearing only that, I decided to pull on a
pair of shorts over it. We gathered up our
beach things and drove to a pancake
restaurant we had passed on the way into
town. The restaurant was part of a chain so
the menu was identical to the one we had
seen the day before. And again it seemed to
be true that the larger the platter you
ordered, the cheaper each individual item
was.

"Sure you can't handle a T-bone steak and
eggs, growing boy like you?" Phil asked,
pointing to a lighted board on which the
special of the day was written.

Big as that meal would have been by itself,
it came with a side order of three pancakes
besides. I said, "If I put all that in my
belly, I won't be able to fit into my
bathing suit."

"Not a problem on the nude beach."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that."

Phil suddenly got a concerned look on his
face. "Listen, we don't have to do that. We
really don't." Phil started to reach across
the table as if he was going to take my
hand but he stopped midway as if he thought
better of it, leaving his hand still on the
table.

"No, I'm cool with it. I really am," I told
him. Then I grinned at him. "But I'm still
not having the T-bone for breakfast."

After breakfast we drove back to the beach
and turned onto a road that paralleled the
water. The town seemed to end suddenly but
the road continued. On the one side the
smooth beach turned into dunes covered with
brush and tall grass. On the other side the
ground turned marshy. We drove for a few
more minutes before Phil turned onto a dirt
road between the dunes. Just a short
distance from the paved road but completely
invisible from it was a large flat area
full of parked cars.

"This is the closest place you can park to
the gay part of the beach," Phil told me as
we pulled into one of the last empty
places.

Before we got out of the Explorer, Phil
handed me an elastic band with a car key
attached. "Pull it over your wrist," he
told me as he did the same with one of his
own. "One of the things about nude beaches
is there's no pocket to keep your keys in.
This way we've got a backup if I lose my
key."

When we got out of the car, we took
everything with us. We had carefully
emptied the Explorer before we went to
breakfast so there wouldn't be anything
that would tempt someone to break in while
we were on the beach. Loaded down with
towels, bottled water, and sunscreen, we
threaded our way through the dunes.

We hadn't walked very far when we came to
the flat part of the beach. It wasn't
crowded, but there were people everywhere,
including lots of kids. And all of them
were naked. I was really amazed at the
sight even though I knew that was what I
was going to see before we got there.

Phil stopped walking, handed me what he was
carrying, and pulled off his bathing suit.

"Now's the time, huh?" I asked.

"You don't have to take yours off. Honest."

"Nobody here's wearing anything. I think
I'll just take mine off too." I was
remembering Ted and the foursome at the
pool at home and how strangely they behaved
the first time we had decided we could swim
without suits. I handed everything to Phil
and pulled off my shorts and the new yellow
Speedo suit.

"How do you feel," Phil asked me when I
straightened up after taking off my suit.

"Really, I feel ok," I said as I took back
my half of the load.

"I told you I didn't think you'd get a
hardon."

"Just don't talk about that right now. I
don't want to think about it," I replied a
little nervously.

"Ok. No problem."

We walked through the people to the water's
edge and then along the water toward the
men's section of the beach. Every adult we
passed glanced at us, and we looked at them
too, but no one stared. The kids ignored us
completely. As I watched them playing in
the sand or chasing each other in and out
of the water, I thought about how perfectly
natural they looked without suits. I also
realized I wasn't the least bit
uncomfortable with being naked either.
Ted's lesson about that had finally sunk
in.

There were fewer people when we got to the
men's section of the beach and no children.
The men we passed stared at us more
intently than did the people we had passed
earlier, and we stared back. I noticed
their stares started low and worked up and
many of them looked as if they had
positioned themselves carefully to provide
the maximum exposure of their crotches to
whoever would look. And look I did.

We chose a place against the dunes and
spread our towels. I helped Phil cover
himself with sunscreen since he had almost
no tan except on the parts of his body his
uniform didn't cover. I wasn't going to use
any since I was very dark from mowing, but
Phil reminded me that my butt and
particularly my dick were not tanned, so I
covered the area from my waist to my knees
with a thick coat, making myself about
three-quarters hard in the process.

"You know," Phil said as he noticed it,
"when I told you I didn't think you'd get a
hardon, I didn't count on you standing in
the middle of the beach and jerking off."

Not to be outdone, I replied, "Well, I
figured I ought to give everybody something
to look at."

And everybody did seem to be looking. But
my hardon went away as we settled onto our
towels. We talked off and on as we turned
periodically to make sure we exposed all
sides of our bodies to the sun. At one
point I was fairly sure Phil had gone to
sleep so I stopped talking, but after a
short while he looked at his watch and told
me it was time to turn again.

Around half past eleven, Phil suddenly
said, "I'm starving."

I was hungry too, but I couldn't resist
saying, "Sound like you're the one who
shoulda had the T-bone steak and eggs."

"You're not hungry?"

"No, I'm starving too!" I said with a
laugh.

He rolled onto me, grabbing me and rolling
both of us off of the towels and into the
sand. We wrestled a little, sliding against
each other because of our coatings of
sunscreen and sweat. When we stopped, we
were also covered with sand.

"Let's wash this sand off," Phil said as he
stood up and held his hand out to help me
get up.

I took it, letting him pull me up. We ran
into the ocean, which had a good deal more
surf than it had had the day before. We
attempted to continue our wrestling match
where the waves were breaking, but the
ocean knocked us both down more often than
we managed to throw each other. I was
surprised how tired a few minutes fighting
the waves had made me and was glad to head
back up the beach when Phil suggested we go
dry off.

On the way back to the car, we watched nude
mothers pulling food out of coolers and
trying to convince their equally nude
children to stop playing long enough to eat
lunch.

"We can get a lunch packed for tomorrow too
if you want to," Phil said. "I just didn't
think I would be up to a full day on the
beach this first day."

"No, this is cool. I've had enough for
today too." The truth was, while I was used
to being out in the sun when I mowed, I was
never in it so constantly as I had been
that morning. And it never seemed to beat
down as ferociously at home as it did there
by the water.

"We can get some lunch on the way back.
Then get cleaned up. How do you feel about
a shower and a nap?"

"The shower sounds great. I dunno about the
nap, though. Maybe we could just get in bed
and see what happens." I gave him a look to
let him know what I thought was going to
happen.

To my surprise, he said, "If it happens
slow and it lasts long, I might be able to
get my interest up for that."

It seemed strange to have to put our suits
on when we got to the car. I skipped my
yellow Speedos and just pulled on the
shorts. Both of us stayed shirtless.

Phil started the car and put it into gear.
We heard the tires turning against the sand
but we didn't move.

"Sand here is treacherous. Looks and feels
firm until suddenly you're spinning wheels
in it. I'd never come here without four
wheel drive." He engaged the four wheel
drive and backed straight into the open
area behind the cars. In under two minutes
we were on the paved highway headed back to
town.

Foreplay for our long slow afternoon
started in the shower. Knowing that we were
in the room for the afternoon, we took our
time and lathered each other lazily. We
avoided touching each other's dicks except
to wash off the sunscreen, but gave a lot
of attention to ears, nipples, armpits,
assholes, and other places which would give
pleasure.

After the shower when we were drying each
other, I dropped to my knees and began to
suck on Phil's dick, which was fully
distended but not actually hard. Phil let
me make him hard and suck his dick for a
minute or two before he pulled me up and
put his tongue where his dick had just
been.

The bed had been made while we were out. We
pulled the bedding to the bottom, leaving
the large mattress covered by only the
bottom sheet. Phil crawled onto it and
pulled me along with him. We settled with
him on the bottom. His legs were spread and
bent at the knee. I was in between them
supporting myself on my knees and elbows.
We continued to kiss, tongues sliding in
and out of each other's mouths. And since
Phil's arms were free, he ran his hands
slowly and lightly over as much of my back,
sides, and butt as he could reach. I moved
my hips back and forth in a gentle fucking
motion which made the head of my dick slide
through his pubic hair and along the side
of his dick.

After a while I said to him, "Lie still. I
want to play for a while."

Instead of answering, he let his arms fall
from my back and his legs collapse as his
heels slid down the bed.

I began to kiss his face around his mouth
and on his nose and eyes, mostly closed
mouth kisses except for the occasional
lick. I moved to his ear next, tracing the
outside with my tongue and then following
the contours of the inside as I moved
toward the center. I exhaled rather than
blew into it when I had it thoroughly wet.
Every once in a while Phil moaned.

>From his ear I followed the muscle down his
neck to his collarbone and across to his
armpit, licking and nibbling as I went. I
pushed against his arm with my hand and he
moved it away from his body. I licked the
skin around the hair before I took the hair
into my mouth and drove my tongue into it,
swirling it and twisting it but being
careful not to pull too hard. Phil's moans
increased in frequency and I felt his other
hand on my hip.

But I had plans for him that didn't include
his helping out just yet. "Hands off.
You're supposed to be lying still."

"I don't think I've got that much self
control. You're driving me crazy."

"I could tie you to the bed."

"You would too, wouldn't you?" he said as
he let go of my hip.

"Count on it," I said as I began to lick my
way from his armpit to the inside of his
elbow. I knew that was a particularly
sensitive spot, just like the backs of his
knees, so I dragged my tongue slowly across
the crease. Phil moaned louder,
exaggerating the sound so I would know he
understood exactly what I was doing. I did
the same thing to his hand, licking his
palm and between his fingers and sucking on
his thumb.

>From there I moved to his nearer nipple,
first licking it, then sucking it, and
finally biting it gently before I repeated
the same pattern on his other one. The hair
on his chest tickled my face. I pressed on
the side of his head, making him turn his
face toward the arm I had already licked
and moved my mouth from his nipple to the
muscle running up the side of his neck to
his ear. I gave that ear the same treatment
I had given the other.

I decided to vary the pattern when I
finished with his ear, so I moved straight
to his hand, licking the palm and between
the fingers before I began working my way
up the inside of his arm to his armpit.
Phil's moans had turned to sighs.

I kissed him once on the mouth, licking his
lips rather than putting my tongue inside
even though his mouth opened in invitation
and the tip of his tongue pursued mine
along his lips. I continued kissing my way
down his chest and belly, licking each
nipple lightly in passing and enjoying the
feel of his hair on my cheeks.

I came to a small puddle of precum just
beyond the end of his dick. I sucked it out
of the hair. The slit at the end of his
dick and a tiny part of the head was
sticking past the end of his foreskin. More
precum was oozing out. I licked the tip
very carefully, touching only the exposed
portion with my tongue. Phil moaned loudly
in response as his dick jumped. I moved my
head away quickly, kissing him on the hip
bone and getting a groan from Phil as he
realized I wasn't going to do anything else
to his dick.

>From his hip bone my tongue traveled along
the crease at the top of his leg beside his
balls. I licked his balls and caressing
them with my lips. Finally I took each one
into my mouth and sucked on it gently. I
licked a short way up the base of Phil's
dick, feeling it respond as it pressed hard
against my mouth. But before I got even
halfway up its length, I reversed course,
getting another groan from Phil. I blew on
his wet balls as I moved my mouth to the
inside of his thigh. They drew up and I
felt Phil shudder.

I spread my fingers over the front of his
thighs and used my thumbs on the insides,
rubbing very lightly and  taking long slow
strokes up and down from knee to crotch,
touching the hair more than the skin. I did
the same to his calves as I moved further
down his legs. When I reached the smooth
skin where the hair on his legs stopped
just above his ankle, I pressed my lips on
it and nursed on the ankle bone as if it
was a nipple. Phil shuddered again and
moaned. I repeated it on the other ankle,
dragging my tongue along the side of his
foot to his toes. When I began sliding my
tongue between his toes, he said, "I never
felt anything like that before! I think I'm
gonna cum!"

"Don't you dare!" I told him, raising my
head from his foot. "Turn over."

Phil groaned and rolled onto his belly. I
crawled up his body on my hands and knees,
pressed myself against his back and butt,
and began licking the back of his neck. He
reached up, grabbed my head, and pulled it
down for an awkward sideways kiss.

While he still held my face close to his,
he said, "I'm loving this."

"Good," I said as I pulled my head free and
continued my assault on the back of his
neck and his ears.

I didn't spend as much time on his back as
I had his front, though I did follow his
spine with my mouth to the top of his
crack. There I went back to using my hands
instead of my mouth, fanning my fingers to
rub his cheeks while running my thumbs
along the crack, around his asshole, onto
the back of his balls, and along the
insides of his thighs to his knees. I
repeated this circuit over and over,
lightly, slowly, again touching more hair
than skin. Phil began grinding his hips
into the bed.

"Lie still," I told him.

"I can't!"

"Do it! I'm telling you."

"Easy for you to say! Nobody's tormenting
you!"

"Your turn's coming," I said as I began to
lick the back of his knee. "Now stay still.
I'm gonna be really pissed off if you fuck
that sheet instead of me."

"I can't help it! You're driving me crazy!"

I abandoned his knee and grabbed his sides
at the hip bone. "On your hands and knees
then," I told him.

One good tug and he was off the bed. One
more and he was on his knees. I pressed my
hand on the base of his neck and told him,
"Put your head down on the bed but keep
your butt up." He did it instantly.

I slid my hands around his sides and began
to caress his cheeks, rubbing hard enough
to touch skin in one direction but lightly
enough to touch only hair in the other. I
followed the line of his crack and then the
seam between his legs with my thumbs,
ending each caress by running my thumbs
over the hair on the back of his balls. His
crack was deep even with his legs spread,
and filled with blond curly hair. Toward
the end his crack widened out into an oval
area that ended by becoming his perineum.
The skin there was darker than the rest,
and in the center of that oval was the dark
pucker of his asshole just visible through
the hair. Below it his crack flattened out
to become his perineum, and the seam began
that continued across his ball sac to end
at the base of his dick. His balls were
pulled against him in their wrinkled sac.

I leaned close and blew on his asshole.

"Ohh!" he said.

I worked up some saliva so my tongue was
very wet, leaned forward, and pressed the
tip against his asshole, flicking it back
and forth across the sensitive skin. I felt
the muscle contract as Phil said again,
"Ohhh!"

I placed my thumbs on the sides of his
crack by his asshole and spread his cheeks,
giving me better access. I circled his hole
with my tongue, feeling the pucker grab for
it and feeling the hair cling to and caress
my tongue as it moved in its round path.
When his asshole was thoroughly wet, I
pulled back slightly and blew on it a long
slow breath. I felt Phil shiver against my
hands.

I repeated the same thing several times
until his asshole began to loosen up. When
it did, I pushed my tongue into him,
shoving and twisting at the same time as I
began to caress his balls with my thumbs.
Usually they hung loose, not quite low
hangers but loose enough to draw into my
mouth. Now they were pulled so tight
against him that there was no loose skin
left in his sac.

That was all Phil could take. He reared up
on his knees, reached behind him to grab my
arm, and pulled me down onto the bed. He
pushed me onto my back and was immediately
on top of me, kissing me and driving his
tongue into my mouth. I felt his hand slide
over my dick and balls, more holding them
than rubbing them. The head of his dick,
wet with precum, jabbed the top of my
thigh.

The kiss didn't last very long. Phil moved
down the bed. He grabbed my legs, spread
them and pushed them up onto my chest, and
buried his face against my asshole, driving
his tongue straight into me. It took my
breath away for a second.

He gave my asshole just enough attention to
begin loosening it up before he said, "Hold
your legs a minute."

I wrapped my arms around my legs to keep
them against my chest as he got the lube
and several rubbers from the night table. I
wondered why he needed more than one, but
it turned out he was just in a hurry and
had grabbed what was there. In a few
seconds his lubed finger was sliding into
me and going straight for my prostate. He
rubbed it briskly each time he added more
lube. The prostate massage took my
excitement to another level. Last of all he
wrapped his hand around my dick, applying a
handful of lube. The remainder he wiped on
his own belly.

He had lubed me quickly, more quickly than
my asshole could respond, so when he
pressed the head of his dick against me, he
met more resistance than he usually did. He
pushed harder, increasing the pressure,
until it began to hurt. He must have seen
the pain in my face because suddenly the
pressure lessened.

"You ok?" he asked. His eyes were shining
with excitement but he was still in
control.

"Yeah, think so. Not loosened up enough.
But I'm trying."

"Sorry. You got me really steamed up!"

He pressed his mouth against mine, shoving
in his tongue. I licked the underside of
it. His dick head was replaced with two
fingers. I felt him press a large cool wad
of lubricant onto my asshole. Somehow he
had squeezed it from the tube while
catching it on the fingers of that same
hand. He began to work it into me with his
fingers. Each time his fingers slid into
me, he rubbed my prostate. I felt myself
moving closer and closer to an orgasm.

"I'm ready now," I told him.

Never breaking our kiss, he pulled his
fingers out, changed positions, and pressed
the head of his dick against my asshole,
applying enough pressure to keep it in
place while he moved closer to me. I
couldn't wait. I bucked my hips against him
as much as I could in the position I was
in, but it was enough. The head of his dick
and half his length slid into me. It took
my breath away. As soon as I could think
again, I wrapped my legs around him and
pulled him the rest of the way in. I could
hear him moan even though our mouths were
pressed tight against each other.

He began to fuck me, moving the head of his
dick straight to my prostate and rocking it
in the short piston motion that dragged the
head back and forth across it. My orgasm
built quickly. I squeezed him with both my
arms and legs to let him know how close I
was.

He kept up the short strokes until I was at
the threshold and then pressed into me all
the way, grinding his crotch with a twist
against my asshole and perineum. Then he
pulled back so quickly I thought he had
pulled his dick completely out of me, but
when it slammed back in, I knew he hadn't.

His change of pattern kept me at the
threshold ready to be pushed over. I knew
he was trying to catch up to me. He got
there in a surprisingly short time.
Continuing he deep thrusts combined with
the twist at the end, he lowered his belly
against mine so my dick was rubbing against
the spot which he had lubed. Three or four
thrusts later I came, shooting cum onto my
belly. I felt his dick swell up inside me
as he began to cum as well. The swelling of
his dick against the constriction of my
asshole seemed to make the last few spurts
of my own orgasm feel even more intense
than the first ones.

When my orgasm ended, I felt the
aftershocks of it as he had the last three
spasms of his own. He pushed hard against
me, grinding his crotch against me with
each one and pushing me along the bed. The
last push of all sent my head off the side
of the bed, which finally broke the kiss.
We both gasped for air as he collapsed on
top of me.

When I had gotten my breath, I told him,
"Good thing you came when you did or we
would've fallen off the bed."

He just then seemed to notice that he could
look past my head at the floor. "Yeah," he
said with a laugh.

When he went to move, I kept hold of him
with my arms and legs, so he dragged me
back onto the bed.

"I think I need a nap before dinner," he
told me as he rolled off of me. "And
another shower," he added as he rubbed his
hand through the lube and cum on his belly
on his way to pulling off the rubber.

"Might as well have the nap first," I told
him as I rolled against his side and put my
head on his shoulder. My hip was lying in
the large wet spot he had made earlier when
he was humping the bed. "Bed's all covered
with precum and lube. Give it a chance to
dry."

We moved so he could get his arm under my
head. He pulled me against him. I moved my
leg on top of his and pressed my crotch
against the side of his hip. In less than a
minute he was asleep. I wasn't sleepy
myself, but I was content to simply lie
there.


To be continued
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