Date: Thu, 07 Sep 2000 07:51:44 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 45 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 45

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 45

When we left the restaurant, we drove to the road
which fronted the beach and then followed it until
we came to the last parking place before the dunes
began, the parking place closest to the border
between the textile beach and the nude beach. I
stripped off my clothes and, leaving my shoes on
the floor of the Explorer, stepped down onto the
sand. Phil began to maneuver his crotch around the
shift knob as he moved into the passenger seat.
Even though there was not another car to be seen in
either direction, he didn't feel comfortable about
stepping out of the car on the driver's side while
he was naked. When I had kidded him about it,
asking if he expected a car to materialize out of
nowhere and catch him naked in its headlights, he
replied simply, "Yes." After he said it, I had
remembered a similar conversation I had had with
Ted when I had not wanted to go nude in front of
the house. Ted had asked me then, "Whatcha think,
Sport, they're ridin' along with binoculars just
waitin' to get a look at your dick?" I had felt
foolish at the time, and since I didn't want Phil
to feel that way, I had let it drop.

Phil finally got the delicate cargo inside his
shorts past the gearshift and dropped his butt into
the passenger seat. He handed me the car key on the
elastic strap and stripped off his clothes, leaving
his shoes beside mine on the floor. I had wanted to
bring rubbers and lube so we could have our last
fuck of the vacation on the beach. I thought it
would be romantic, particularly since it was such a
beautiful night.

Phil's reaction was quite different. "I don't much
feel like putting on a show."

"But we already did," I told him. "We already
sucked each other off on the beach."

"That was before we saw Petey at the party the
other night. Now I feel like being more careful."

"We could go back in the dunes."

"No way. I feel like we got something better than
that going. I'd hate it if somebody came up and saw
us. It'd make it seem different than it really is
between us when I'm inside you."

I noticed Phil was fingering his neck chain. "You
mean you think we need to hide what we're doing,
like keep it a secret?"

"No, not hide it exactly. I mean we pretty much
told Bob and Walt when we let them use our rubbers
and lube. And I'm ok with that. But it would bother
me for somebody to see us and think there's no
difference between the way we feel about what we're
doing and the way Terry felt about fucking Petey
with the crowd watching them."

I was beginning to catch on. I had felt the same
way when I had decided to buy Phil the neck chain.
And for once in my life I said exactly what I
meant. "You mean what we got going is something
special and that could ruin it."

"Yeah," Phil said, looking somewhat embarrassed.

I thought we needed to lighten up a little. "Well,"
I said, dragging out the sound, "ok, but you'll
have to make it up to me by fucking me twice when
we get back to the room."

Phil answered in a whine, "Just twice? Gee, I
suppose I can make do with just doing it twice if I
have to. I can always jerk off afterwards."

I put my arms around him and hugged him against me,
whispering in his ear. "Listen, if you need to jerk
off after you've fucked me twice, I'll do it for
you, ok?"

"You got a deal," he whispered into my ear as he
hugged me back.

So once we were both naked, we left the Explorer
behind and walked across the textile beach to the
sign. When we were safely on the nude beach, we
walked along the water's edge. At first we were
hand in hand, but Phil pulled me to him and put his
arm around my shoulders. I put mine around his
waist. We continued to walk along, talking
sometimes about things we had enjoyed about the
week but mainly just enjoying each other's company
in silence. When we reached the end of the men's
beach, we retraced our steps and drove back to the
motel.

The second fuck never happened because we used
every trick we knew to prolong the first one. We
approached an orgasm over and over but managed to
back off each time until the last, and we came then
only because we decided to. Phil barely managed to
remove the rubber from his softening dick before he
fell asleep, and I wasn't long behind him.

In the morning I woke with a belly and chest crusty
with dried cum. Phil's chest hair was matted with
my cum and his dick was crusty from his own. He
woke when I got out of bed, so I set up the coffee
maker. We were in the shower in a matter of
minutes, washing each other at first and ending our
shower by jerking each other off.

"Ok with you if we pack up the car and check out
before we eat? We can get breakfast on our way out
of town."

"Sounds fine to me," I replied.

Forty-five minutes or so later we were ordering our
breakfast at the pancake restaurant. The T-bone
steak and eggs special was a thing of the past.
This week the special was corned beef hash and eggs
with the inevitable side of pancakes, something
which tempted neither of us. From there we went to
the service station on the edge of town to fill up
the tank and make a pit stop of our own before we
hit the interstate.

"You going to drive?" Phil asked me as we left the
rest room.

I was pleased to be asked. "Course," I said, as if
there had been no question.

Phil was asleep five minutes after we reached
cruising speed and continued to sleep until I
slowed down to exit four hours later.

"Where are we?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing
his eyes.

"In a car."

"Very funny. Now tell me."

So I told him, adding, "I'm hungry."

"Yeah, me too now that I think about it," Phil said
as he yawned and stretched. "What's here?"

"A burger place, another burger place, and an ice
cream store that also has burgers. I think the sign
at the gas station says they have burgers too."

"Guess we'll have burgers then. Whatcha think?"

"Just what I was dreaming of."

Four burgers, two large fries, and two sodas later
we were back on the road with Phil at the wheel. My
full belly and the increasing warmth of the day
made me drowsy, so I had gladly handed the key to
Phil and settled in the passenger seat for a nap.
Mine was shorter than Phil's, lasting only about
two hours. We rode in companionable silence for a
while. When we stopped for gas, we switched and I
drove. Phil stayed awake this time and we talked
off and on while listening to music on the radio.

Phil and I switched again for the last hour of the
trip. We were close enough to home by then that we
could pass someone who knew me and, more important,
knew I wasn't old enough to drive. We agreed it
would complicate our lives if someone carried that
piece of information to my dad.

When Phil pulled into our driveway and parked
beside the house where he always stopped his UPS
truck, I finally admitted to myself that the
vacation was over. I suddenly realized I wouldn't
be spending the night comfortably curled up in the
security of Phil's arms. I reached across the seat
and pulled Phil to me, kissing him firmly on the
mouth. He was clearly shocked that I would do such
a thing where we could so easily be seen.

"You crazy or what?"

I stared straight into his eyes and said, "I love
you." Before he could respond, I slipped out of the
car. I opened the back to get my luggage and found
myself staring into Phil's eyes in the rear view
mirror. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said through
the open hatch while I was pulling out my bags.
"G'night!"

I closed the hatch and headed into the house. Phil
waited until I was inside before he drove away.

I knew Dad was home because I had seen both the car
and the truck in the garage, but it turned out he
was in his studio with the door closed. I doubted
he'd want to be disturbed while he was working just
to be told I was home, so I dropped my bag of dirty
clothes onto the washer and carried my other bag up
to my room. I had been hoping Ted would still be
there, but when I didn't see his car, I knew he was
gone. The door to his room was open, and all of the
things he usually had on his dresser and desk as
well as his laptop were gone.

When I got to my room, I found a note from him on
my bed telling me he had waited as long as he could
and then had had to leave. He said I should email
him when I got up in the morning and he would email
me back when the internet connection in his room
was activated. He hoped we could chat so I could
tell him about the trip. It hadn't occurred to me
that I wouldn't be able to chat with Ted as soon as
I got home.

I unpacked my toilet things and was putting away
the clothes I had brought home clean when the
telephone rang.

In response to my hello, Phil replied, "That was a
rotten thing to do, to say that and then to run off
like you did. Did you really mean it? No, that's
not what I mean. I want to know what you meant when
you said that. Was it, like, just good-bye and
thanks for a great time or what?"

I was instantly pulled out of my depressed mood by
the realization that I needed to answer his
question carefully. I started talking while I was
thinking. "Well, yeah, it meant that, but that's
not all it meant. I really meant what I said." I
couldn't bring myself to repeat it since he hadn't
said it too.

"You really meant that? Why did you wait to say it
until then?"

"That's the first minute it kinda dawned on me
things weren't gonna go on like they were all week.
I mean, I was gonna have to stay here and you were
gonna leave. You weren't gonna be there every
minute. I was already starting to miss you. It was
like it was my last chance to say it. I been
thinking it for days."

"I got to think about this. It's not like you could
just move in with me or anything. This is serious.
I shoulda figured it out when you gave me the
chain. We got to think about this."

I was sure by now I had said the wrong thing.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I never should have said it. I
didn't mean to make any trouble."

There was a pause before Phil began to speak. "I
think I'm giving you the wrong idea here. I didn't
want to tell you I love you and then find out you
didn't really feel the same way. I just didn't want
you to feel like you were trapped or anything. But
now I know you do, I can put up with missing you
every minute you're not with me. But we got to
figure out how we can make this work. We gotta talk
about this. I guess it'll be Friday before we can
get together to talk."

"Yeah, Friday." Friday seemed like a long time from
Sunday night.

The next morning I was up early and emailed Ted as
soon as I was out of bed. It was nearly noon before
Ted paged me for a chat.

"How'd it go, Sport?" he asked.

I told him about the trip, the guys we had met, and
the party on Thursday night. Ted made comments as I
typed.

When I told him Phil had let me drive, he said,
"You must have him twisted 'round your little finger
if he let you drive his car. You only have to take
one look at the way he keeps that thing to know
it's his pride and joy."

That's when I told him about me telling Phil I love
him.

"Whoa! Serious stuff there. What'd he say?"

I told him how I had done it. While I was still
keying in the phone conversation that followed, Ted
replied with, "That was low, Sport. You just said
that to him and then got out and slammed the door?
You never gave him a chance to say anything?"

I sent what I had finished and continued to key in
the rest.

"Yep, he's right. You guys got a lot to talk about.
I'm not gonna ask you if you're sure because I
don't think you would have said it if you weren't.
I'm behind you all the way."

We continued to chat until Ted told me Brian wanted
him to go to lunch. "He says to tell you hi."

"Hi back to him," I replied as we ended our chat.



To be continued
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