Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 09:43:29 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 5-6 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapters 5-6
by Tim Foure

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 5

Nine months later we moved into the dream house. Getting us to that point
required quite a few more trips home than Mom had planned on and several
trips to Atlanta for Dad to see fixtures and other items that Mom wanted in
the house. The barn had long since been dismantled and carried off, and the
black walnut trees had been felled. Where the barn had stood was a
rectangle of bare, incredibly fertile soil, the result of generations of
animals pounding their droppings into the earth.  It was difficult to tell
where on the wooded hillsides the black walnut trees had ever stood because
such care had been taken with their removal. The buyer had wanted every
branch saved that might yield a piece of wood large enough to be used for
furniture, so only the bare trunks themselves were dragged to the waiting
truck. The branches had been cut up into smaller pieces and hand
carried. What was left behind was indistinguishable from what had fallen
naturally from the surrounding trees.

The building contractor had a few problems with the house. It turned out
all of the framing lumber was oak. It was nearly impossible to drive a nail
or a screw into it because the naturally hard wood had hardened even more
with age, so pilot holes had had to be drilled for almost every nail or
screw that was used. Next the contractor told Ted that no angle in the
house was a right angle, no wall was plumb, no floor level. The contractor
said that was a normal effect of settling over time for a house as old as
this one and he had expected it. What it meant was that when everything had
been stripped off of the frame, the frame itself had to be jacked up to
level, pulled back as close to plumb as was possible, and braced within the
existing framework to maintain both conditions. Nothing could be done about
the angles that were a little smaller or a little larger than right angles
short of tearing down the framework and starting over, which the contractor
didn't recommend.

It was the lack of right angles that furthered my education in the great
stuff Ted had set out to teach me. Mom had wanted every clothes closet in
the house lined with cedar to prevent moth damage. This material came in
large sheets. The contractor cut the sheets to fit and paneled the closets
with them. We were supposed to finish the job with cedar molding in the
corners and at the floor and ceiling as well as do other finishing work,
like painting and hanging wallpaper. There were also a few additional jobs
to be done on the exterior of the house that we had decided we would do for
ourselves as well.

Finishing all of this work took place during the summer after we moved
in. When we were about to start putting in the molding on the second floor,
I discovered that in my closet the back and side cedar walls met perfectly
at the corner on the floor, but at the ceiling there was a gap of almost
two inches in the back wall. I went around to Ted's room and found the same
thing was true there. I came back to my bedroom, got a chair, and looked
through the gap straight into Ted's bedroom.

I meant to tell Ted about my discovery, but before I had a chance, a golden
opportunity to further my education occurred. Dad had always had to do some
traveling to arrange for the sale of his work. On this particular weekend,
Dad's travel arrangements had him coming through Atlanta on Saturday, not
too surprising since, as Dad said whenever he flew, even if your
destination is Hell, you can't get there from the southeast without
changing planes in Atlanta. He arranged things so he could stay over
Saturday night with Mom. He didn't ask Ted to cancel his date for that
Saturday as he had done the other times he had had to be away on a Saturday
night since I was now nearly thirteen and Dad felt I was probably old
enough to stay in the house for an evening by myself.

It turned out Ted also had some plans which included me. That Saturday
morning in bed after we had jerked each other off, he told me he wanted to
bring Sue back to the house for sex. He said it would be a lot more
comfortable to do it in his bed than in a car in his favorite parking
place. It seemed there was no question of "getting lucky" with Sue. She was
"a sure thing." What he wanted from me was my absence. I was supposed to
hide in my room so Sue would think they were alone in the house. I thought
immediately of the peephole into his bedroom. I would just have to make
sure his closet door was not closed. The view would be even better if his
clothes were not shoved to the end of the pole. I agreed with his plan
immediately.

"I owe ya one, Sport!" he told me.

I thought about telling him in advance about my plan, thinking that since
he gave me all the details when he got lucky anyhow, he probably wouldn't
mind if I just watched. But for some reason, I decided not to.

After he left, I opened his closet door slightly, moved the clothes farther
down the pole, and ran back to my room to see what kind of view it allowed
me. It took several trips back and forth to get it just right, open far
enough for me to see the bed but not far enough so Ted might notice it was
open and slide it shut in an effort to tidy up the room. After that I
waited until I heard his car pull up to the house. Then I ran up to my room
and hid in the closet, my face pressed into the corner.

Sue seemed to be in more of a hurry to get started than Ted did, which
surprised me. One of the articles of faith shared by the guys at school was
that girls were not very interested in sex and had to be persuaded. I
decided that must not be true for a girl who was a sure thing, because Sue
practically ripped Ted's shirt off of him. And it was almost comic to watch
when she went to work on getting him out of his jeans. She jerked them down
along with the briefs underneath, pushed him to the floor, and dragged him
around the room while she tried to pull them off of his legs.

"Hey!" Ted told her. "I'm gettin' rug burns here!"

"Poor baby!" Sue replied. Then she pulled off her panties and squatted over
his face.

I couldn't see what was happening because she was wearing a skirt which
became a tent covering both her legs and his head when she bent her
knees. The only thing that came to mind that she might be doing was peeing
on him, but that didn't seem very likely since he was not complaining about
it, whatever it was. I could also tell by the look on her face that she
liked whatever he was doing under there.

When she stood up, she started pulling off the rest of her clothes, freeing
her tits. Ted stood up too, his hardon swinging back and forth, and pulled
down her skirt. He turned her around, bent her over the side of the bed,
and slid his dick straight into her. He began to drive it into her over and
over again. I had a side view of it all.

She started making loud noises almost immediately. She grabbed his
bedspread in both hands and dragged it towards her, rolling her head from
side to side and moaning. When she yelled. I decided she must have cum. Ted
kept moving faster and faster. I wouldn't have believed it was possible for
him to move his hips back and forth as fast as he was doing. Suddenly he
threw his head back. I knew from seeing that look on his face so many times
that he was cumming. He continued to drive his dick into her, pounding her
so hard she started sliding across the bed. I could count the shots of cum
with each thrust into her. After the last one, he drooped forward and lay
along her back. A minute or two after that, he got up. His dick was still
hard, but pointing downwards, which meant he was losing his hardon, and it
was so wet it was shiny. He walked out of my range of vision, and in a
short time I heard our bathroom door close.

I had become incredibly hot watching them and had begun to squeeze my hard
dick. I continued to watch Sue who had rolled over onto her back and drawn
her legs up onto the bed so her knees were bent and her feet were flat on
the bed. I still had a side view of her, but I was hoping she would turn
around because I wanted to get a look at her pussy.

As I watched, she slid one hand down her belly. I guessed she was rubbing
herself between the legs because she closed her eyes and smiled. I was
surprised when she pulled her hand back up toward her head, but not as
surprised as I was when she slid one of her fingers into her mouth. I knew
she had to be tasting Ted's cum because he had not been wearing a rubber.

I heard the toilet flush, so I expected Ted to go back into his room. I
wondered what he would say about what she was doing. I wondered if he even
knew she did it.

But instead of going back into his own room, Ted came into mine. I couldn't
possibly have gotten out of the closet in time to do any good, so he found
me standing there on the chair holding my hardon. I felt trapped.

"Whatcha doin'?" he whispered.

"Watching you and her," I whispered back as I got down from the chair.

"How?" he asked, looking past me into the closet.

I pointed to the gap in the paneling at the top of the closet. I had turned
the light off in my room, so it was very easy to see the gap because of the
light coming through it from his room. Ted looked at the chair and the gap
and got up onto the chair to look. I suppose he saw Sue still licking his
cum from her fingers.

He stepped off of the chair and came over to me, but instead of being
angry, he said, "That's great! D'ya get to see it all?"

"Yeah, from when you came in," I told him. "You see what she's doing?"

"Lickin' her fingers or somethin'," he said. He also took hold of my dick,
which had gotten hard again when I realized he wasn't angry, and started to
stroke it.

"She stuck it in her pussy. She's licking your cum off of it."

"Really? You mean it? That's great! Maybe she'll blow me."

Until that moment "blow me" was in the same category as "fuck" had been
before Ted explained it to me, something you said under certain
circumstances. It never occurred to me there was a real action associated
with it. Now I understood exactly what it entailed. And I wanted to do it
to Ted.

"You think she will?" I asked. If I couldn't do it, I at least wanted to
see it done.

"I'll probably have to eat her some more to get her to do it, but that's
not so bad." He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it at me.

Since I was somewhat hazy on the anatomy of the female crotch, that
expression didn't conjure up any images to go with it either. I gave voice
to my interest. "I wish I could see her pussy."

"I'll turn her around so you can. I got to go back or she'll come lookin'
for me."

I climbed back onto the chair as Ted left the room. I was in place to watch
him enter his own bedroom.

He literally dove onto her. They kissed and rolled around the bed for a
while. I saw Ted slide his hand into her crotch. A minute later he slid
down her body onto the floor, grabbed her legs, and spun her around so her
crotch was facing the closet and her legs were spread wide. I had a perfect
view for a few seconds until he buried his face between her legs. He must
have hit the right spot on the first try, because she started pounding the
bed with her fists and rolling her head back and forth. It occurred to me
that now he must be tasting his own cum too.

He continued what he was doing for a minute or so before he crawled up onto
the bed with her. If he had thought he was going to have trouble getting
her to give him the blow job he wanted, he was mistaken, because she
grabbed him immediately and pulled him until he was straddling her head. I
couldn't see what she was doing, but I guessed she had started blowing
him. He grabbed her legs and spread them apart as far as they would go,
giving me a great view into her pussy. It was pink and wet looking with a
little bush at the top and some hair on the sides. He looked straight at
me, winked, and bent over to start licking it. He pulled her legs back
toward him so I could see exactly what he was doing.

After a few minutes she rolled the two of them over so she was on her knees
straddling his head.  It gave me a different view of her pussy. I could see
even better what he was doing with his tongue. Not long after that she came
again. She practically shoved his face inside of her pussy when she did. It
looked as if she was mashing it against his mouth. He had to shove her off
of him. I figured he was having trouble breathing by then.

She knelt beside him to finish blowing him, which let me see what she was
doing to his dick.  Somehow she was getting the whole thing into her mouth,
which I would have thought was impossible. Nevertheless, she was doing
it. I could tell by looking at his face when he came. She swallowed it all.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I got down carefully, lay out on top of my
bed, and jerked myself off as fast as I could. I didn't know if they were
going to do any more, but I had seen all I could take in for one night. Ted
woke me up when he came back from taking Sue home. The little spot of cum
that had shot out of my dick was now a dry crusty spot on my belly.

"I'm beat, Sport," he told me as he helped me get the covers out from
underneath of me.

"Me too," I said. I was fighting sleep to watch him undress.

"Gotta give it to Sue, she sure knows how to show a guy a good time," he
said, chuckling, as he slid into bed and pressed himself up against my
back.

"Yeah," I said as I drifted off to sleep.


Chapter 6

The other big event besides seeing Ted fuck Sue that occurred in that
summer of my thirteenth year actually happened to Boomer, not to me,
although it did have an effect on my life. Boomer discovered his dick. It
wasn't that he hadn't known it was there, because obviously he had. What he
discovered was it was good for things besides making it possible for him to
pee standing up. I had tried several times to get him interested in jerking
off, but with no success until one day toward the end of summer vacation. I
was showing him my dick stick at the time. I was very proud of the fact
that my dick was growing larger at a steady rate, as indicated by the
progression of marks down the stick. I had shown him the stick before, but
this time he seemed more interested in it than he had been the other times.

"Lemme see it," he said, meaning I should give it to him.

He looked at the mark I had indicated as attesting to the current length of
my dick.

"Izzit really that long?"

"Yep," I told him proudly.

"Show me," he said, thrusting the stick back at me.

Never bashful in front of him, I pulled my shorts and briefs down and
stroked my dick until it was fully hard, which took about five
seconds. When I laid the dick stick on top of my dick, I said, "You got to
get on the floor to look up and see where it comes to."

Boomer did just that. Looking up at me, he said, "Son of a gun, sure is!
It's got a lot bigger than it was."

It had grown most of an inch since Ted had given me the stick, but even
more impressive was its girth. It must have become almost twice as thick as
it was then. Of course, it was still quite a bit shy of Ted's in both
length and thickness, and since Ted was experiencing another growth spurt,
I had begun to think I would never catch up with him. His dick had turned
out to be longer still the last time we used the stick on him.

"Can I feel it?" he asked, looking up at me from the floor.

"Yeah, go ahead," I said, thrusting my pelvis toward him.

Not only did he take hold of it with both hands, which felt terrific, but
he got up on his knees and peered at it closely. His face couldn't have
been more than a few inches from my dick. I had this sudden picture of him
opening his mouth and me shoving my dick straight into it. I had been
thinking about dicks in mouths quite a lot since I had watched Sue give Ted
the blow job. I was in the process of working my nerve up to offer to do it
for Ted myself.

Boomer called my attention back to what we were doing by asking, "Does it
feel good when I do this?" He was twisting his hands around my dick as he
asked.

Actually, since he was twisting them in opposite directions, it didn't feel
great at all. He was stretching the skin in between, which was beginning to
hurt.

"Maybe if you do both hands the same way," I told him.

As he changed to a back and forth twisting with both hands going in the
same direction, he asked me, "Will the stuff come out if I do yours like
this?"

"Does it come out of yours?" I asked.

"Yeah, if I do it long enough it does."

"Doesn't it hurt if you do that a long time," I asked, thinking the
twisting was an improvement on my squeezing technique, but one that was
still likely to produce a raw dick.

"Sure does! But it feels so good I don't care."

"There's a better way to do it."

"Yeah? Show me how, ok?" he asked, standing up and pulling down his shorts
and briefs to reveal a very hard dick sticking up his belly. It was smaller
and thinner than my own, with no hair around it. I had two sparse tufts
above mine. Ted called them my mustache.

I took hold of his dick right away and started stroking it.

"Feel good?" I asked him.

"Oh, yeah! Lots better than twisting it."

He tried to repeat the same motion with his hand on my dick, but without
much success. I am right handed and he's left, so he had to reach across me
to touch my dick. No doubt it wouldn't have been a problem if he had had
more practice, but for a beginner it presented an insurmountable
obstacle. It didn't occur to me I might move to accommodate him since I was
focusing my attention on his dick at the time, not mine.

Meanwhile, I had been stroking his dick steadily. Suddenly he closed his
eyes and started humping my hand. In less than a minute I felt his dick
jerk in my hand. A small drop of watery cum appeared at the opening.

"That was the best one yet!" he told me.

"How many times you done it?" I asked him.

"I just started last night. This is number seven," he said. "Want me to do
it to you?"

"Yeah, do it, go ahead," I told him.

He moved to where he could reach my dick more easily and started stroking
it. I had to adjust his grip because he was holding it too tight, but he
got the hang of it in no time. About two minutes later, I came. I produced
quite a bit more cum than he had, and mine was thicker.

"You know what that stuff is?" I asked him.

"No, what?" he replied.

I told him just what Ted had told me, including the mechanics of depositing
the cum in the proper location to produce a child.

"No way!" he said.

"Is too! Ted told me."

"Wow, that's wild!" he said. "Wanna do it again?"

Boomer's dick was standing up strong, obviously ready for another round.

"Don't your balls hurt when you do it so soon?" After I asked the question,
I remembered he had had his first orgasm only the day before. But then mine
had hurt right from the beginning if I did it too much, and he had been
doing it almost continually since he had learned how.

"Yeah, they hurt. But it feels so great! Is that why they hurt? I'm doing
it too much?"

"Dunno if it's too much, but mine hurt a lot if I do it again so soon."

"It feels better than it hurts. Just do it to me again, ok?"

I did it to him again. This time there was no discharge. I passed up his
offer to do it to me again immediately afterwards, although my dick was
hard. I jerked him off several more times that afternoon, and I let him do
it to me once more, thereby keeping to my self-imposed two plus two daily
limit.


To be continued
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