Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 08:21:36 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Summer of My 15th Year" 44 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 44

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 44

Saturday morning I awoke before Phil. As I lay
there beside him, I realized I felt wonderful. I
was even smiling. I turned on my side and raised
up on my elbow so I could watch Phil sleep, one
of my favorite things but one which I hadn't had
much opportunity to do that week. He had gotten
very tan during the week, just as he said he
would, and the hair all over his body was
bleached to a light gold, something I hadn't
noticed before. His dick was lying across his
belly pointing toward me, about half hard but
with the head still within its protective
foreskin. Since he wasn't fully hard, I knew he
wasn't close to waking up.

I fought in my mind between letting him sleep
and waking him up by sucking his dick. It was no
contest. I crept down the bed, lifted his dick
carefully, and took it into my mouth, just
holding it in the wet warmth. After a minute or
so it began to grow, finally reaching the point
where I had to let the head move into my throat
or back my mouth away from his pubic hair. I
chose to back off, which allowed me to rub the
half of his dick still in my mouth with my
tongue. I began to taste precum. When I started
to slide his foreskin off the head of his dick
with my lips, he woke up.

Looking up his belly, I watched Phil slowly
become conscious. I continued what I was doing,
running my tongue around the sensitive head
after I had pushed the foreskin completely off.

When Phil finally focused his eyes on me, he
said, "I thought I was dreaming. I fought hard
against waking up because I didn't want the
dream to end."

I tried to answer him with my mouth still full
of his dick, but what came out was
incomprehensible. I released his dick just long
enough to say, "This dream isn't going to end.
Close your eyes and pretend."

He did as he was told, and I did my best to make
the dream last as long as possible. After he
came, he pulled me up and kissed me, getting a
taste of his own cum.

"I'm so comfortable right now I could go back to
sleep."

"Why doncha?" I asked.

"Because if I don't go pee real soon, we're
gonna have a wet bed. And besides, I've got some
plans for when I come back. You stay right here,
ok?"

"Won't move a muscle," I told him.

But I lied. When he came back, he found me on my
knees in the middle of the bed bent over a
folded pillow. I had put the lube and a few
rubbers at the bottom of the bed.

"This wasn't what I was planning," he told me.

"But it's what I was planning," I replied.

"Dunno if I can get it up again that fast. Well,
that's not true. It's going up just from looking
at you spread out like that. But it'll take me
forever to cum again."

"That's what I'm counting on," I said with a
laugh.

I felt the bed move as he got onto it. After a
minute or so I felt him press a gob of lube onto
my asshole and begin to rub it with a circular
motion. But my hole was still stretched from the
long fuck of the previous afternoon and a second
long fuck after we had come back from our walk
along the beach after dinner. His finger slipped
in with no resistance. He moved it into me
slowly, pressing against my prostate when he
came to it and making me moan. His second and
third fingers followed, moving into me just as
easily. When he knew I was stretched enough to
take him, he withdrew his fingers.

There was a minute's pause before I felt the
head of his dick pressing into my asshole just
far enough that it wouldn't slide off. He lay
down along my back, pushing my dick against the
pillow as his weight on me increased. He slid
his hands along my arms and under my head until
he could entwine his fingers with mine. It was
the same position we had used the last two
times. It was what I still wanted even though it
gave me no prostate stimulation. As he kissed
the back of my neck, he pushed his dick into me
until his pubic hair was pressed against my
butt.

Without a pause he pulled out just as slowly as
he had entered me. There was also no pause when
the head of his dick reached the ring of muscle
inside my asshole. He slid it back in, faster
than he had the first time. After several
strokes he had established a steady rhythm. As
he fucked me, he kissed, licked, and nibbled my
ear, neck and shoulder.

I came very quickly, but Phil continued to fuck
me without me asking this time. After I came, he
stopped kissing me and pressed his cheek against
my shoulder. I could feel the stubble rubbing my
skin as his faced moved in time with his dick.
The fuck went on and on as I continued to enjoy
the feeling of being surrounded by Phil and the
pleasure of the friction of his dick against the
muscle ring of my asshole.

In the end I came a second time before he did.
As he lay beside me after he came, he swore he
was completely exhausted. I made us coffee with
the equipment in the room and we drank it
sitting up on the bed.

"I'm starving," Phil told me after his first
swallow of coffee.

"Too late for breakfast. We'll have to have
lunch."

"Just means we'll miss the crowds."

By the time we had showered and pulled on shorts
and T's, it was nearly eleven. We headed to the
pancake restaurant since it served breakfast at
any hour. They were still offering the same
special, T-bone steak and eggs with pancakes on
the side. We both ordered it.

When it came, Phil told me, "I feel like I
earned this breakfast. Never worked so hard in
my life."

"Poor you! That mean you're gonna let me pay for
it?"

"No."

"We'll see."

"No we won't. It's my turn."

I didn't argue with him.

After we ate, we drove back to the motel to get
our beach things.

"How about if we walk for a while instead of
just heading for the beach?" I asked as we
parked in the space in front of our door. "I'm
so full I'll go right to sleep if I stretch out
in the sun."

"Sounds good to me."

"Give us a chance to look in some of these shops
too."

We walked along the street that fronted the
beach. Most of the shops sold beachwear, but
there were a few that sold what could only be
described as junk, and there was one jewelry
store. We looked in the window for a few minutes
and then I said, "Let's go in."

I went straight to the case that held gold neck
chains. The tags containing the prices were all
turned so it was impossible to see them.

As we talked about which ones we liked, Phil
said, "You know, you'll pay more for that here
than you would back home."

"Yeah, I know. But if I get it here, it'll be a
souvenir. It won't be the same if I get it back
home."

When the clerk realized we were looking
seriously, he came to our section of the
counter. We told him which chains we wanted to
see and he laid them out on a black velvet pad.
We picked them up, turning them in the light to
look at them carefully. Finally we had decided
on the one we both liked the best. I paid the
clerk with my credit card, and when the charge
was approved and I had signed the receipt, he
delivered the chain to me in a small jewelry
box. Without discussing it, we both turned
toward the motel when we left the jewelry store.

"I don't think you paid too much more than you
would have at home." Phil told me, "Course it's
also not something I price real often. But it
did seem reasonable."

"Yeah, it seemed reasonable to me too."

"I thought you'd put it on right away."

"I'm going to when we get back to the motel."

We glanced in a few more windows as we walked,
but since we were retracing our steps and
nothing in the windows had attracted us on the
first pass, we kept moving. In the room we
refilled our water bottles, adding ice from the
machine at the end of the hall. When we had both
taken off our shorts and T's in preparation for
putting on our bathing suits, I got the chain
from the box.

"You think it'd be alright to wear it to the
beach?" I asked.

Phil walked over to me and looked at the chain
as I held it. "Yeah, it's got a pretty good
clasp on it. Most guys who wear chains never
take them off. Look at Walt. He wears his on the
beach. And Terry wears his earring."

"That's true, they do. Ok then." I reached
around his neck and started to fasten it on him.

"Hey, what're you doing?"

"Putting it on."

"No way! I thought you were buying it for
yourself."

"Well, you were wrong. I bought it for you."

"I woulda never let you buy it if I'da known
that."

"How were you gonna stop me?"

"You know what I mean. You can't give me
something like that."

"Why not?"

"It's too expensive."

"It didn't cost anything like what it cost you
to bring me here. We already had this argument
before we ever left home. I make my own money
and I get to keep more of what I make than you
do. Now don't give me a hard time over this. I
wanted to buy it for you so every time you see
it you can think about what a great time we
had."

Phil got a defeated look on his face and dropped
his hands. I reached around his neck again and
put the chain on him. When I was finished, I
pushed him toward the mirror.

"You could smile, ya know," I told him.

He was running his finger along the chain as he
looked at himself in the mirror. I stood behind
him and to the side so I could see him in the
mirror as well. Slowly his face broke into a
smile. He turned around suddenly, grabbed me in
his arms, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms
around his neck and, after a minute as his hands
slid down my back to my butt, lifted my legs and
wrapped them around him too. He took two steps
and lowered my back onto the bed. I kept my hold
on him, bringing him down with me. He pushed me
up the bed as he pressed forward until he was
kneeling on the bed.

When he broke the kiss, he said, "Nobody ever
gave me anything like this before. Thank you!"

"You're welcome. I wanted you to know how much I
liked this week. And how much I liked being here
with you."

"I got the message, for sure!" He kissed me
again, sliding his tongue into my open mouth.

I had gotten hard when he grabbed me. I could
feel his hard dick poking me near my asshole. I
unwrapped one arm from around his neck, reached
down, and pulled the head of his dick to my
asshole. I was still stretched and lubed from
our long morning fuck. It went in to the hilt.
He moaned and began to fuck me almost
automatically, but after a few strokes he pulled
his dick out of me and broke the kiss, pulling
back from me.

"No!" he said.

"Why not? Doesn't it feel better than it does
with a rubber?"

"Yes! But it's dangerous."

"I trust you," I told him.

"I won't take a chance like that with you," he
told me with a very serious expression on his
face.

"But I want to do it!"

"We have to talk some more about this and what
it means if we do it. I don't want to talk about
it here. Wait until we get home. When we're back
in real life. Just let things go like they are,
ok?"

"Ok," I replied, but I would have been happier
if he had given in.

During the short time we were talking, the magic
moment for the fuck had passed. Phil kissed me
again as I unwrapped myself from him as he
started to get up from the bed.

"Get your suit on and let's head for the beach
before the whole day is gone," he said. "That
is, if you're gonna wear a suit."

"I was thinking about just wrapping a towel
around me."

"You sure have gotten over your fear of the nude
beach."

"Yeah, I really have. Wearing a bathing suit
seems like a weird thing to do now. At home we
never wore them in the pool unless mom was
there."

But in the end I did pull on my suit. I thought
it would make Phil happier.

The beach was very crowded, which surprised us
both since we knew nearly all the guys who had
jobs as waiters would be working. During the
week we had been there, we had seen the same
guys day after day and had gotten past looking
at them, but now at least half of the people
there  were new to us, and many of them were
well worth a good look. We also noticed pairs or
sometimes even threesomes of guys walking back
into the dunes.

"Looks like it's getting busy back there in the
bushes," I said.

"Yeah, sure does," Phil replied.

I noticed that he ran his finger along the chain
quite a few times during the time we spent lying
on the beach. He also checked that it was still
there every few minutes while we were splashing
around in the water. I wanted to ask him what he
could do about it if it came off since there was
no chance he'd find it in the surf, but I
didn't. I didn't want to do anything that would
lessen his obvious pleasure in having it.

At about the time we usually returned to the
motel, Phil said, "You know what? I'm getting
hungry."

"Pig! After all you ate this morning? So am I."
I said with a laugh.

We returned to the motel and showered together,
which led to our getting hardons and sucking
each other off. At least I sucked Phil off. We
started off in a sixty-nine position, but since
both of us preferred to put all of our attention
into what we were doing when we sucked, we
started switching off. I waited too long the
last time and came on Phil's shoulder as I was
pulling my dick out of his mouth.

That night we decided to eat at the Italian
restaurant. The place was packed when we
arrived. Besides the adults, there were two or
three kids at each table. The noise level was
incredible.

"Think you can hold off a little while until
some of these people clear out?" Phil asked.

"We'd have to wait anyhow. There's a line."

None of the people in the line waiting for a
table had children with them, so the noise level
would certainly be dropping after a short while
too. We decided to walk along the beach while we
waited. We stayed on the textile section since
walking to the nude beach would have taken too
long. When we returned to the restaurant, there
was no line and about a third of the tables were
empty. We asked to be seated in Bob's section
and were shown to a table. Bob emerged from the
kitchen shortly after we had been seated.

"Hey, guys! Good to see you! Sam told me to look
out for you and tell him if you showed up. I
don't know what you said to him at the party,
but he think's you guys are great. I'll go get
him."

A few minutes later Sam came out of the kitchen
with Bob trailing behind him. He was wearing a
chef's hat, the first one I had ever seen other
than in a movie or on television. We both stood
up to shake his hand when he got to the table.

"I'm glad you guys come tonight. Bob told me you
go home tomorrow."

"Yeah, afraid so. It's back to work for me,"
Phil told him.

"Too bad. I like to see you some more. So what
you feel like eating tonight?"

"Whatever's good," Phil said.

"Yeah, we trust you to know good meat when you
get your hands on it," I added.

Sam grinned, showing lots of shiny white teeth
under his dark moustache. "Other ways you make
that kind of meat hot without cooking it. I give
you pasta with sausage and peppers. It's the
best tonight."  And he was gone.

We ordered our drinks and salads from Bob, who
had remained behind when Sam rushed off to the
kitchen. Near the end of our meal, Sam returned
to ask if we had enjoyed it.

"Sure did!" I said.

"Definitely," Phil added.

"Good, I make it special. It's not the one from
the menu. You guys drive careful tomorrow. I
hope I see you again."

We stood up and shook hands with him again and
then sat to finish out meal after he went back
to the kitchen. When Bob brought our check, I
told him, "You look beat."

"I am. And tomorrow'll be worse. Plus I've got a
date with Sam tonight. I hate to turn him down
every time he asks me."

"When'll you sleep?" I asked.

"Oh, we'll get to sleep pretty quick. Sam's been
working since before I got here this morning."

"So long then," Phil said as we got up to leave.

"You guys take care. It was nice meeting you."

"You too," we said almost in unison. We had
decided there was no point in trying to stay in
touch since it was unlikely we'd ever see Bob or
Walt again.

To be continued
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