Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 10:01:52 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 42 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 42

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 42

After we got cleaned up, we decided on the
Italian restaurant. We were going to go there and
wait until we saw Bob so we could sit at one of
his tables, but as it turned out we had to be
shown to a table so we asked for one that he was
serving. He had a preoccupied look as he was
coming out of the kitchen door which turned into
a smile when he saw us. He came straight to our
table.

"Hey, guys! Good to see you again. Thanks for
coming in."

"Our pleasure," Phil said. "Looks like you
haven't been working too hard," he added,
gesturing at Bob's crisp, clean white shirt and
apron.

Bob rolled his eyes. "Man, you couldn't be more
wrong. It was like a zoo in here until a half
hour ago. This is my second set of clothes
tonight. I was putting down a plate of spaghetti
when this kid jumped up and sent the plate
flying. I got covered with spaghetti sauce.
Soaked right through my apron to my shirt."

"Wow!" I said. And having gotten spaghetti sauce
on a white shirt of my own, I asked, "I hope you
can get the stains out."

"Not my problem. They supply the shirts along
with the aprons 'cause they want us all to look
alike. The linen service'll have to cope with the
stains." Pulling his order pad from behind his
back, he added, "Listen, I got to keep moving. If
we stay at one table too long just talking, the
manager has a cow. What can I get you guys to
drink?"

"Don't suppose we can both have a beer?" Phil
asked.

"Guess not. You look damn good, Matt, but you
don't look twenty-one. The manager'll be on me
like white on rice if I serve you a beer."

"Ice tea for both of us then," Phil said.

"I'll be back with your drinks in a minute. And
some bread."

We looked over the menus while he was gone.

"You know, it's ok with me if you have a beer. No
reason you have to do without just because I'm
not old enough to drink."

"Ice tea's fine with me. You trying to get me
drunk so you can take advantage of me or
something?"

I glanced casually at the menu as I replied,
"Actually, I'm not interested in sex right now.
Somebody scratched that itch real good just a
little while ago. So you're probably safe even if
you do get drunk."

"Nice!"

"Just telling the truth," I said as I continued
to look through the menu. "But in an hour or so .
. ." I added with a grin.

Phil just grinned back.

As Bob set down the ice tea glasses, Phil asked
him, "What's really good?"

"If you like veal, any of the veal dishes. Mostly
the veal we've been getting isn't worth much, but
the head cook told me what came in today was
really good meat, so I had the veal scallopini
before I started work and it was super. One thing
about the head cook, he knows a good piece of
meat when he gets his hands on one." The last was
delivered with the same straight face as the
rest.

"With that recommendation, I guess I'll have to
have veal," Phil said with a chuckle.

"Me too."

Bob wrote down our orders and went off to prepare
our salads. The meal was just as good as he had
promised. Phil was careful to leave a nice tip as
we paid our bill.

"Hope I see you guys on the beach tomorrow," Bob
said as he was collecting the tray with the
credit card receipt and his pen. "We usually
start playing around one."

"We'll be there with bells on," Phil said.

"And not much else," I added, getting a smile and
a wink from Bob.

The restaurant was a few blocks from the water on
the end of town where the nude beach began. We
decided to drive to the beach and park along the
road that fronted it. During the day the parking
lane was solid with cars, but at night it was
empty.

"This part of the beach isn't clothing optional,"
Phil told me as I began to strip off my shorts
and tank top while Phil drove.

"But it's not far, just right over there," I
said, pointing to the dunes as Phil shut off the
car and pulled the key from the ignition.

"True. So what the heck."

I slid out my side of the Explorer and Phil
walked around, handing me his wallet and the car
key on the elastic wrist strap. I waited while he
took off his clothes. I  handed him his wallet
and locked the car, keeping the key and pulling
the bracelet over my hand.

"Whassa matter, you think I'd leave you?" Phil
asked with a grin.

"Nope," I replied with a smile of my own and a
quick grab for his dick, which he evaded easily.

We walked toward the water's edge, following it
in the direction of the nude beach. This was only
our third night for a moonlit walk along the
beach, but it already felt as if we had been
doing it forever.

We walked for quite a while, crossing the full
length of the mixed beach and walking well beyond
the end of the men's beach until we came to an
inlet bordered by tall grass and could walk no
farther. We had seen no one along the way, but on
the way back we heard noises coming from the
dunes backing the men's beach, the unmistakable
rhythmic "Unh! Unh!" of someone being fucked.

When we could see the sign marking the beginning
of the textile beach, Phil asked, "Want to take a
dip before we head back to the motel?"

"Nope. I'd rather head straight back before
you're worn out completely."

"Now I see. Getting your second wind, huh? Maybe
you shoulda got me drunk after all."

"Why, you gonna be hard to get? I could give you
a little sample that might help change your
mind." And so saying, I dropped to my knees in
the shallow water and began sucking his soft
dick.

Phil let me suck him until he was hard before
pulling me to my feet.

"You talked me into it. Let's get back to the
motel."

Our hardons were gone by the time we reached the
car, but returned as soon as we were in the motel
room. We spent quite a while sucking in a sixty-
nine position, bringing each other to the edge of
an orgasm before backing off several times. We
had gotten so sensitive by the time we decided to
cum that we were able to bring each other off
simultaneously. After that we crawled to the head
of the bed, cuddled into each other, and fell
asleep.

The next two days passed quickly, all following
the same pattern. We had fast sex in bed or in
the shower in the morning, lunch from a cooler on
the beach, a few hours of volleyball followed by
some talk time with our new friends, a long slow
fuck before going to dinner at one of the three
restaurants, a walk along the beach after dinner,
and oral sex either on the beach or in bed.

On Thursday afternoon as we were lying on the
beach with Walt, Terry, and Bob after we had
finished playing volleyball, Walt asked, "Want to
go to a party tonight?"

"Don't you have to work?" I asked.

"It won't get started until real late," Walt
said.

"And maybe go on til dawn," Terry added. "The
last one they had did."

"You sure it'll be ok if we crash it?" Phil
asked.

"No problem," Walt replied. "One of the guys
having it is a waiter where I work. He and four
other guys rented this house a couple of miles
inland. He said bring everybody I knew. It's
BYOB."

"Can we follow you guys? I'd feel funny showing
up and not knowing anybody," Phil asked.

"Sure," Walt replied. "But it might be near
midnight before we can get to your place. No
telling how many guys'll be ahead of us for the
showers when we get home."

"You guys can get cleaned up in our room if you
want," I said. "We can pick up some clean towels
from the stack they keep for us to use on the
beach."

"You really don't mind? That'd be great!" Terry
said.

Figuring we'd be too tired for much action when
we left the party, we spent longer on our
afternoon fuck. That night we went back to the
Italian restaurant since we had eaten at the
other two on the intervening nights. Bob had so
many red stains on his shirt and apron he looked
like he had been through a war. This time he
warned us, "The head cook said the veal we got
today was so tough they must've made it walk
behind the truck. Chicken cacciatore's good
though. And the Italian sausage and peppers."

"The cook know what to do with a good sausage
when he gets his hands on one?" I asked with a
straight face.

"He has every time so far," Bob replied with a
wink.

I had the sausage and Phil had the chicken, but
they were both so good we ate about half of each
other's meal. We were only back at our room a
short time when Terry showed up.

"I got off early," he told us. "Thanks for
letting us use your bathroom. I can't remember
the last time I could take a shower without
waiting for somebody else to finish first."

"No problem," Phil said as we watched Terry strip
off his clothes.

"I brought my own soap and stuff but it's in
Walt's car with my clothes. Can I bum some from
you? Which towel you want me to use?"

"Sure," I said as I handed him one from the pile
we had picked up by the pool. He went straight
into the bathroom, hanging the towel on the rack
and reaching in to the shower to turn on the
water. For some reason I was surprised he hadn't
closed the bathroom door.

When he had finished his shower and dried his
hair, he came out and sat on the bed while we
waited for Walt and Bob. Even though I'd seen him
naked on the beach, it seemed strange to have him
naked in our room, especially with us dressed.
But he seemed very comfortable with it and
started talking about the party.

Almost twenty minutes later Walt and Bob arrived.

"We stopped to pick you up but they said you were
already gone," Walt said to Terry.

"Yeah. It was a slow night. They let two of us go
early. Since it was just down the block, I walked
over here."

"Here's your stuff," Walt said as he dropped a
pair of shorts and a muscle T on the bed. "I'm
borrowing your shampoo." He waved a small
toiletries bag at Terry.

"What else is new," Terry replied, continuing to
sit on the bed with his legs spread and making no
effort to put on his clothes.

Bob, who had been wearing nothing but the black
jeans from his waiter's outfit, was already
naked. "I'm using it too," he told Terry.

"Man, I hope it's strong enough. You need to be
fumigated to get the garlic smell offa you. I can
smell you way over here."

"Least I don't smell like fish!"

"It was great of you guys to let us clean up
here. Privacy is a real treat," Walt said as Bob
took the toiletries bag from him. I handed him a
towel and held Walt's while he took off his
clothes.

Bob was already in the shower by the time Walt
was naked. Then Walt surprised me by going into
the bathroom and getting into the shower with
Bob. I think that surprised Phil too. Both of us
looked at Terry.

"I hope they don't get started on each other in
there. We'll be here all night if they do."
Perhaps to emphasize what he meant or just
because his comfort level was such that he didn't
give it any thought, Terry stroked his soft dick
a few times in a loose fist. It was half hard by
the time he released it.

I rubbed my own through my shorts, feeling it
start to grow. When I looked at Phil, he just
smiled at me.

The three of us sat in silent anticipation of the
verdict on what was happening in the shower. We
found out shortly afterward when we heard the
shower stop running and the shower curtain slide
back.

"I'm glad you guys could contain yourselves,"
Terry called out to them.

"Hey, it was hard not to take advantage of having
a shower to ourselves," Walt said as he walked
into the room. He had been drying his chest and
belly, the towel covering his crotch. When he
flipped it over to dry his back, we all saw his
dick sticking straight out from his crotch. It
was a hardon in the process of deflating but
still showing its full length. It was also as
close a twin to my own as I had ever seen.

I stared at it for a few seconds and then looked
into the bathroom where Bob was stepping out of
the shower. I thought if Walt was hard, Bob
probably would be too, and that was something I
wanted to see. Bob didn't disappoint me, either.
He walked straight into the room with his dick
sticking out in front of him, also apparently
fully extended but dragged downward by its own
weight. It was huge in comparison to Walt's. I
knew it was longer than Kevin's and it seemed to
be thicker than Steve's.

"Wow!" I said without thinking.

"Hard to believe that thing's real, ain't it,"
Terry said, not asking a question.

"C'mon, guys! Don't give me a hard time," Bob
pleaded, clearly embarrassed by the size of his
dick.

"Man, that is some weapon you've got there," Phil
said.

"Scares some guys off, thinking about having that
shoved in 'em," Terry said. "But it sure thrills
the little old lady that lives next door to us.
She gave him a 9.5 the first time she saw it.
Highest score anybody got before or since."

"Yeah, she did," Bob said with a laugh, grateful
that the talk about his dick had turned positive.

Phil asked the question that was on my mind. "So
how big is it?"

"Ten and a half inches long and almost seven
around at the thickest part."

"Phew!" Phil said.

"But Walt can take it all," Terry said. "They
been messing around since they were kids."

Phil and I both looked at Walt, who had begun to
blush.

"Ya know," Phil said, breaking the silence which
had seemed to last longer than it really had,
"Terry could ride with us and show us where the
place is. You two guys could stay here a while
and come along when you're ready."

Walt and Bob looked at each other, communicating
instantly. "Really?" Walt asked.

"Sure thing," Phil said. "Want to get your
clothes on, Terry? Or are you going like that?"

"He might as well go naked. He'll have his
clothes off soon enough anyhow," Walt said.

"Hey, I'm a slut. What can I say?"

Terry pulled on his shorts and T, but Bob and
Walt made no effort to dress. In fact, it seemed
to me that both of them were getting their
hardons back.

Listen," I said to them both, " I don't know what
you guys need, but there's lube and some rubbers
in the drawer on that side of the bed." I pointed
to the night table. "Help yourself."

"Thanks," they said, almost together.

When we were in the car and had pulled away from
the motel, Terry said, "That was a cool thing to
do, guys. They almost never get a chance like
that. Jerking it is about as far as anybody goes
where we live. And Bob doesn't even do that
except when he can lock himself in the toilet
stall. He's really embarrassed about that big
piece of meat."

"Lots of guys would be proud of it," Phil said.

"I would be too, but he sure isn't. He's always
been like that, ever since they were kids. Walt
told me. Bob always had the biggest one and the
other kids made fun of him. One of them said his
dick looked like the one on the mule and the
nickname stuck. It wasn't until he got to college
that he could lose it."

"How come you know about that," I asked, "since
you didn't grow up with them?"

"Walt told me some of it and Bob told me some too
after we got to be friends."

I wanted to ask why he made fun of Bob's dick if
he knew all that, but it was none of my business
and there didn't seem to be any way of asking the
question since I didn't know Terry all that well.
But finally I had to ask.

"Man, he knows it's just envy. I'd love to have a
dick like his. I'd be a major porn star if I did.
I have never called him The Mule. I mean, I give
him a hard time sometimes, but I'm careful about
what I say."

I didn't know what to say to that.

After a minute or two of silence, Terry
continued. "And in case you're wondering, I've
had it in both ends. Felt like it was coming out
my ear when he was fucking me, but it was one of
the best cums I ever had."

"I know a guy who would love it," I said,
thinking of Del.

"Walt's pretty glad for it when he gets it too.
Wouldn't really surprise me if those two guys
weren't in it for the long haul."

Terry warned Phil there were a couple of turns
coming up that were hard to spot, so we stopped
talking so they could keep an eye out for them. I
was glad to be in the Explorer since we had left
the paved road some time back. When we hadn't
seen a house or any other building for a few
minutes, I wondered if we had gotten lost. But
then we made one last turn and I could see light
ahead of us in a stand of trees and hear music.
We came to lines of cars parked on both sides of
the one-lane dirt road.

"You might as well park here," Terry said. "There
won't be any place up ahead."

"I want to turn around and be heading out before
we park," Phil replied.

Once we were parked, we all grabbed the drinks.
Phil had brought two six packs of beer and one of
coke for me, and Terry had taken two six-packs
from the back of Walt's car. He had gotten Walt's
keys as we left the room and then taken them back
before we left. "Too good a chance that they
won't show up at all," he told us.

The party was in and all around a one-story
structure that could have been called either a
shack or a cabin. It was clearly for use only
during the warmer months. The building was raised
up a few feet off of the ground. The flattish
metal roof peaked in the center, sloping down on
all four sides to cover deep porches. There was a
door and at least one window opening into each
room, but the interior itself was small, having
less floor space than the porches. It had never
been painted, inside or out.

Terry hunted up one of the hosts, a guy also
named Bob who worked with Walt, and introduced
us. He told Bob that Walt would be along later
but right then he was busy getting his brains
fucked out.

"Good for him. I hope that happens to me later
too. Glad y'all came." With that, he walked off.

We pulled drinks for ourselves from their plastic
rings and put the rest in one of several laundry
tubs full of ice that were on the porch outside
the kitchen door. There were all kinds of snacks
on the kitchen table.

"Help yourself," Terry told us. And then he was
gone too.

Phil and I stood around for a while drinking our
drinks and watching other people talk until Phil
voiced what I was thinking, "It's weird being
here and not knowing anybody."

"Sure is. What do we do?" I had never been to a
party where I was a stranger and honestly had no
idea how to proceed.

But before he could answer, Terry was back
pulling another guy by the arm and being followed
by two other guys. "I want you to meet these
guys," he said, giving us their first names and
them ours. From then on there was always someone
to talk to.


To be continued
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