Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 07:48:17 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 40 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 40

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 40

In the end I drifted off to sleep as well.
When we woke, everything had dried. The
lube and precum had virtually disappeared,
but my cum was crusted on my belly and
Phil's, and his dick was coated with the
dry residue of his own. We showered
together, arousing each other playfully,
but hunger kept us from doing more. My
stomach felt like an empty pit and Phil's
growled loudly as I was lathering it,
causing us both to laugh.

Drying ourselves quickly, we pulled on
fresh T's and shorts and headed to the
nearest restaurant. It being late and most
people apparently having eaten early so
they could get their exhausted kids in bed,
there were few diners besides ourselves.

After we had placed our order, I told Phil,
"I think the waiter was on the beach this
morning."

Phil turned to get another look at him as
he poured ice tea at a table near us.
"Could be. But we'd have to get him to drop
his pants if we wanted to be sure."

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess I did pay more
attention to dicks than I did to faces."

"So did I. Hey, it's why you go to the
men's beach. If you just wanted to be nude,
you could stay on the family beach."

After we ate, we walked along the beach
holding hands and talking off and on. The
sky was completely clear. The moon, three-
quarters full, provided plenty of light
once we were away from the street lights.
We stripped off our clothes when we came to
the sign marking the beginning of the nude
beach and continued to walk along the
water's edge. We passed a couple, a man and
a woman, also nude and playing in the surf.
They waved at us so we waved back.

"Think they knew we were two guys?" I
asked.

"Did you know it was a man and a woman?"
Phil asked in return.

"Sure!"

"How?"

"He had a hairy chest. And when he lifted
her and threw her into the water, I could
see her crotch. No dick. Kinda gives it
away."

"Well, if you could see that, then they
could see us too. Two dicks means two guys.
Kinda gives it away."

"Real different attitude from the guy at
the gas station."

"Yep. For sure."

We walked on, their shouts diminishing in
volume behind us until we couldn't hear
them at all. I was fascinated by the way
the white tops of waves seemed to glow in
the moonlight. I mentioned it to Phil.

"Yeah, romantic, huh?" he said.

"Yeah, it is."

He stopped walking, slid his arm around me,
and pulled me against him to kiss me. I
wrapped both arms around him and pressed
myself against him as he moved his mouth
from mine to the side of my neck and
continued to kiss me. My dick got hard
immediately and I felt his dick do the
same. I reached down to pull them both up
between us, holding them together. I
pressed my mouth against his shoulder. We
stayed like that, kissing and hugging in
the moonlight ignoring the passage of time
as the waves washed over our feet.

When we broke, Phil said, "I'm really glad
you came."

"Me too," I said, giving him one more hug
before I released him.

We walked back with our arms around each
other's waists. After a while we began to
hear a woman's voice. At first I couldn't
understand what she was saying, but as we
got closer we were able to see her as well
as hear her. It turned out she was half of
the couple we had passed, and they were
lying on the sand half way between the
water and the dunes. When we got closer
still, we realized she was on her back with
her knees bent and he was kneeling on the
sand with his head between them. They were
at an angle to the water so we were looking
at his naked butt. They were very visible
in the moonlight, so visible that I could
see the shadow of his crack..

"What do we do?" I asked, wondering about
intruding on them while they were so
obviously having sex.

"Just keep walking."

"Don't you think they want to be alone?"

"No. People who make love in the middle of
a beach aren't looking for privacy. If they
wanted that, they could've gone back in the
dunes. Besides, they knew we'd be coming
back. There's nothing in walking distance
in the direction we were going."

As he finished speaking, the woman let out
a shriek and closed her legs around the
head of her partner as she continued to
make loud noises.

"I think she just came," I said.

"I sure hope so. If she didn't, we'll all
go deaf when she does," Phil said with a
laugh.

I laughed too.

I had decided they didn't know we were
there. I certainly wouldn't have known if
anyone had walked up on us the night before
when I was sucking Phil against the dune. I
wondered what they would do when they saw
us.

We were getting very close to them when she
unclenched her legs from around his head,
sat up, grabbed his ears, and kissed him.
After the kiss, she hugged him against her
with her head over his shoulder. That was
when she spotted us. In fact, her eyes
locked on mine. I wondered what her
reaction would be. I could tell she said
something to the guy but I couldn't hear
what it was.

"Hey, guys!" she yelled as she waved her
arm over her head.

The guy raised up on his knees and turned
toward us, giving us a profile view of his
hardon which was sticking straight out from
his belly. He waved as well, yelling,
"Great night, ain't it?"

"Sure is," we yelled back, waving at them
too.

"Y'all take care, ya hear?" he yelled back
as the woman leaned forward and took the
whole length of his dick into her mouth,
sliding it in and out a few times before
she released it.

I was stunned by their lack of concern with
our being there, but Phil just yelled back,
"Y'all too."

We were just abreast of them then. We
watched her lie back on the sand while
still holding his dick. He leaned forward
over her and supported himself on his
outstretched arms as he moved his hips
toward her and she guided his dick into
her. We watched it sink into her all the
way and heard her moan, "Oh, yesss!" He
established a fucking rhythm right away.

By this time we were walking forward but
looking over our shoulders at them. We
watched them fuck for as long as we could
see them before we turned to look in the
direction we were walking.

"He had a pretty good size dick," I said.
"I was surprised when she took the whole
thing into her mouth. But she didn't suck
him long. I would've thought she would have
since he just did it to her." I realized I
had a hardon. I looked at Phil's dick. He
was on his way to getting one too.

"Yeah, he did. She was probably just making
sure there wasn't any sand on it. You sure
don't want anybody sandpapering your hole
whether you're male or female," he replied.
He hugged me against his side as we walked.

I laughed. "Guess he already made sure
there wasn't any sand inside of her."

Phil laughed too. "Probably true."

"I think they liked us seeing them."

"I know they did. Would've probably liked
it even better if we'd've stayed a while.
Or even joined in."

"I don't think I want anybody to be
watching us."

"That's good because I wasn't planning on
giving anybody the chance."

"But it coulda happened last night."

"That's true. We'll have to be more careful
next time."

Just then we heard the woman shriek behind
us.

"There she goes again," Phil said with a
laugh.

When we reached the border of the textile
beach, we pulled on our shorts but
continued to carry our shoes and T's. It
wasn't very far to our motel, at least when
compared to the distance we had already
walked.

"Seeing them fucking back there kinda gave
me an idea," Phil said as we neared the
motel. He had just then let go of my hand.

"Yeah? So tell me. I'm all ears."

"I was hoping at least part of you was
asshole."

"I can be an asshole sometimes," I said,
walking right into it and then laughing at
myself when I realized what I'd said. "You
know what I mean," I added.

"Yeah, I do," he said in a tone of voice
that suggested I had been that kind of an
asshole sometimes too, which was true.

I decided not to be that kind right then.
"The part of me that's all ears wants to
hear more about what you plan to do with
the part that's asshole."

"Wait and see."

Phil unlocked the door to our room and went
in. I followed him and was just closing the
door when he spun me around and pressed my
back against the door causing it to slam
shut. His mouth was on mine immediately and
his tongue poked against my lips. He slid
his hand around my waist and under the
waistband of my shorts, forcing it down
between my butt and the door. His finger
found my asshole and moved into it easily,
aided by the small amount of lube remaining
inside me from our afternoon's fun.

My own dick shot up. I dropped my shoes and
T onto the floor and began to push down his
shorts. He was pushing at mine with one
hand but not having much success. I helped
him with them after I had pushed his down.
He pulled his crotch back from mine just
long enough to let our shorts drop and then
he was pressing me against the door again
with the full length of his body. He
grasped my butt cheek with his free hand
and began to pull up. It took me a minute
to figure out what he wanted. When I did, I
held tight around his neck and lifted my
legs, wrapping them around his waist. His
finger moved more deeply into me and began
to rub my prostate. Waves of pleasure began
to radiate outward from behind my balls.

Suddenly Phil pulled my back away from the
door and turned us around, walking toward
the bed but taking very small steps.

I worried that I was too heavy for him.
Breaking our kiss, I asked, "You ok?"

"My shorts are wrapped around my ankles,"
he told me.

That struck me as funny. I chuckled as I
looked at the full length mirror on the
wall next to the luggage rack. There we
were, me wrapped around Phil and Phil doing
a little dance as he tried to release at
least one of his feet from the constricting
shorts.

"It's hard to rape somebody who's
giggling," Phil said, giggling as well.

"Hey, I could put up a fight if that's what
you want. But not if you keep doing that."

Phil was giving my prostate a serious
massage with his finger.

"Nah, the surprise is shot now. We'll just
have to do it straight."

He leaned over the bed, telling me to let
go of him. I ended up on my back with my
legs spread. He kept his finger deeply
buried inside me, rubbing to keep up my
level of interest. He sat on the edge of
the bed and, opening the drawer in the
night table, pulled out the tube of lube
and a rubber. As he was opening the rubber
with his mouth and one hand, I wiggled over
to him and began to suck his dick. I wasn't
up to anything subtle with the stimulation
he was giving me so I just deep throated
him, twisting my mouth and squeezing with
my lips as I pistoned back and forth.

"I just ripped this rubber trying to get it
out! I can't concentrate with you doing
that!"

I couldn't see what he was doing from the
position I was in, but from the way his
body moved I guessed he had reached for
another rubber. I just kept up what I was
doing to his dick and he continued to rub
my prostate.

"Damn! I ripped another one!"

He pulled his finger out of me. I raised my
head to complain as he stood up.

"I'm never gonna get a rubber on with you
doing that! Here, lube yourself up while I
put this thing on."

He tossed me the open tube of lube. As I
watched him open the wrapper of the rubber,
successfully at last, I shoved the end of
the tube into my asshole and squeezed,
squirting a large gob of cool gel up my
ass. I held out the tube to him.

"I can't believe you did that!" he said,
taking the tube, squeezing a dab onto his
dick, and rubbing it around with his
finger. A large drop of precum formed on
the end as he did and dropped to the floor,
trailing behind it the glistening streamer
which kept it connected to his dick until
it was just short of the floor.

"I thought we were in a hurry here," I
said. "I'm sure in a hurry!"

"I'm hurrying as fast as I can," he said as
he rolled the rubber down his dick and
lubed up the outside. "My hands are
shaking."

I pulled my legs up and spread them as I
rolled around on the bed until I was on my
back with my butt at the edge of the bed
and my asshole pointed at Phil.

He grabbed my calves. "Aim my dick at your
hole," he told me.

I did as he said. When it touched down,
there was no pause. He slid two inches
straight into me.

"Uhh!" I said.

Instantly concerned, Phil asked, "You ok?"

"No, I gotta have at least another inch
right away!"

His concerned look was replaced with a
smile as he gave me another inch. I felt
the familiar pressure on my prostate
return.

"Ahh!" I said.

"More?"

"All of it! Right now!"

He gave it to me. The feeling of his dick
moving into me was intense. I forced my
head back so far that my shoulders lifted
from the bed. I grabbed handfuls of the
sheet and moaned loud.

"Oh yeah!" I yelled.

I felt Phil's hands slide down my legs to
the sides of my butt. My knees bent,
draping my legs over his arms. He held me
tight as he began to fuck me in earnest,
long strokes in and out. There was some
stimulation of my prostate as the head of
his dick dragged back and lunged forward
over it, but the main thing I needed right
then was to be filled up. And he was
filling me up repeatedly.

When I finally opened my eyes to look at
him, I knew he wasn't going to last long.
His eyes were closed and his own head was
thrown back. The muscles in his neck and
arms stood out from the strain of
supporting my butt off the bed and
maintaining the rhythm of his fucking. I
knew when he began to cum both from the
strangled sound he made and from the
swelling of his dick inside of me as he
drove it all the way in. He came hard,
making a sound with each shot.

I grabbed my own dick, needing to cum too,
but as soon as he was finished, he pulled
out of me and pushed my hand off of my
dick. He dropped to his knees beside the
bed and began to suck my dick. In no time
at all I filled his mouth with my cum.

When I was finished, he climbed onto the
bed. I wiggled on my back and he continued
to crawl on his hands and knees beside me
until we were both entirely on the bed.
Then he kissed me, licking my tongue and
giving me a taste of my own cum. When we
finished, he rolled onto his back using the
top of my arm as a pillow.

I rolled on my side toward him. I was
surprised to see he was still wearing the
rubber full of cum. I pulled it off and
threw it onto the floor. "That was great,"
I told him.

"I thought so too," he said drowsily.

"We can't go to sleep like this."

"Why not?"

"We're laying cross ways on the bed."

"Yeah, so?" He had opened his eyes.

"We might want a cover or something later.
And we got to turn out the lights."

Grumbling, Phil moved so his head was at
the top of the bed. He reached out and
turned off the light. "That suit you?"

"Yeah," I told him as I snuggled up against
him and lay my arm across his chest.


To be continued
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