Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 08:29:07 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 7-8 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapters 7 - 8

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 7

That fall, shortly after I turned thirteen, I decided to give Ted a
blowjob.  It had taken me a long time to work up my nerve to do it. One
night Ted and I were horsing around in his bed after we had gotten
undressed. He was about to take a shower, but for some reason he decided to
tickle me first. We rolled around on his bed, him on the attack and me
completely helpless as he poked me in the sides. When he stopped and I
could breathe again, I realized I had both hands wrapped around his
dick. He was half laying on me, half supporting himself above me.  I
squeezed his dick for some reason, and he started humping slowly, sliding
his dick back and forth in my hands.

"Feels good, Sport," he told me.

I squeezed it again by way of an answer. I was enjoying holding it, and I
was glad I was giving him pleasure.

"Whoa, better stop right there or it'll be all over. Hold that thought,
ok?"  he said as he rolled off of me, pulling his dick out of my hands, and
stood up. "Think you can last until I get back?" he asked as he gave my
hard dick a few strokes.

"Yeah, I can," I told him. I was aware of a small slick wet spot on my
thumb. Ted had begun to produce precum a few months earlier and had had to
tell me what it was.

As soon as he left, I brought my hands up to my face. It was an almost
involuntary action, but as my hands got closer, I began to smell something
I hadn't smelled in a long time, the scent of Ted's dick. I hadn't realized
I was missing it until I smelled it again.  Ever since the last time I had
smelled it, we had be using the hand cream as a lubricant, and the
fragrance in the cream masked the natural smell of his dick completely.

The smell had the same effect on me then as it had had when Ted and I were
still playing the boner inspection game. My already hard dick began to
throb. I cupped both hands over my nose and breathed in as much of the
smell as I could.

Completely lost in the euphoria of it, I didn't hear Ted return.

"Whatcha up to, Sport?" he asked as he slid into bed beside me.

"Smelling your dick on my hands," I told him.

"Yeah? Lemme smell it," he said as he took one of my hands and pulled it to
his nose. He sniffed it several times and said, "I don't smell much, but I
guess maybe I couldn't anyhow since it's me I'd be smellin'. But if you
want to smell it, you can get it right from the source." He flipped his now
soft dick back and forth a few times to indicate what he meant.

I crawled down the bed on my hands and knees and started smelling his dick.
The smell was more of soap than of anything else, but I continued to sniff,
hoping I could find a trace of the smell I was after.

"Keep doin' that, Sport. Your breath is kinda ticklin' it."

Of course each time my lungs reached capacity, I had to exhale, and the air
coming out of my nose when I did was blowing directly onto his dick. I
watched it get hard as I sniffed.

"Do it to my balls too," Ted told me as he spread his legs wide apart.

I had recently discovered balls. My own had just become noticeable as they
grew in their sac and started to hang slightly below my crotch. Ted's were
substantially larger than mine, looser in their sac except during the last
minutes before he came, and hairy. I could see the hair on them move as my
breath stirred it. I moved my nose all around his balls, exhaling with more
than usual force since he was enjoying the feeling so much.

While I was doing that, my mouth must have been all of two inches from the
base of his dick. I moved my face closer until my lips were touching it. I
let the tip of my tongue slip out and touch it as well. When Ted didn't say
anything, I thought perhaps he hadn't noticed, so I slid my tongue out and
touched it to his dick again. I wanted to taste it, hoping the taste would
be like the smell I seemed to be searching for in vain. This time I kept it
there, and a few seconds later I dragged it up the back of his dick toward
the head.

"I didn't know if you'd go for that, Sport," Ted said. "Move over so I can
do it to you too."

With that, he pulled on my legs, causing me to move sideways on the bed
until I had one leg on each side of his head. I had kept my tongue on his
dick as I moved, so the whole back and the head had gotten licked. He
grasped my hips on the sides and pulled me back toward him.  Suddenly I
felt his tongue slide up the back of my dick. The feeling was incredible!
But since he was taller than I was, the head of his dick was just beyond
the reach of my tongue. Until I grew, it seemed we couldn't both reach each
other's dicks with our tongues at the same time. I learned later that
wasn't true.

So while Ted gave my dick a thorough licking, I decided to slide my nose up
and down the treasure trail that had begun growing between his pubic bush
and his navel.  The hair was surprisingly soft, quite different from the
coarser hair of his bush. As I was rubbing my nose in it, I discovered the
top of my forehead touched the head of his dick. When I moved my head from
side to side, my hair tickled it.

"That feels great!" Ted told me. "Almost as good as when Cheryl used her
hair on me."

Cheryl had waist-length straight brown hair. I tried to imagine what it
would feel like to have that hair slide slowly over my dick. I decided I
would rather have Ted lick it.

"Let me do it to you awhile," I said.

As I spoke, I started to lean forward, and Ted let go of my hips sooner
than I expected. The result was my chin slid down his treasure trail, and
his dick head slid straight into my open mouth. I was surprised, but not at
all unhappy with this development. Once I got control over the motion of my
body, which I had originally wanted so I could stop moving, I continued to
move in the same direction, taking his dick deeper and deeper into my
mouth. Of course I ran out of mouth before Ted ran out of dick, so I had to
stop when the head touched the top of my throat and threatened to gag me.

"Sport, that feels great, but be careful with your teeth," Ted said.

I shook my head since I couldn't say anything, which apparently dug my
teeth into his dick again, because he said, "Ow! Be real careful, ok?"

I wanted to lift my head so his dick was directly under my mouth and
pointing up, but to do that I had to crawl down the bed. My knees came into
contact with Ted's shoulders as soon as I tried to straighten up, making
that impossible unless I let his dick slide out of my mouth, which I wasn't
willing to do.

"Wait, lemme help you," Ted said, apparently figuring out what my problem
was.

I waited patiently with his dick as far in my mouth as it would go as I
felt Ted take hold of my left leg by the calf and lift it up. I grabbed the
sides of his hips so I wouldn't be pulled off of his dick and held on. He
raised my leg so far I would have fallen over if he had let go of me. Then
I felt him slide his other arm between my legs. Next his whole body started
to slide up the bed. My choices were to straighten up as he did that or let
go of his dick. It was an easy decision. When we settled again, I was in
the position I had hoped for, looking straight down at his balls. I could
feel him begin to rub my dick and balls, so I stared to rub his balls
too. I began experimenting on what was possible now that I could move my
head around and still have access to his dick.

"You're doin' a lot better with your teeth now, Sport. Keep it up," Ted
told me. He must have licked his hand to wet it, because as he spoke I felt
him grab my dick again and start to stroke it, but this time his hand was
slick.

I continued to do everything to his dick that occurred to me as long as it
didn't involve letting it out of my mouth. It would pulse occasionally, and
I would taste something salty. I decided I must be tasting his precum,
which had seemed to increase in volume every time I jerked him off.  Ted
continued to play with my dick and balls, stroking me off and on.

After a few minutes, he warned me, "I'm gonna cum soon."

I noticed his balls were getting tighter and tighter against the base of
his dick. It was the first time I was aware of that happening.

"You don't have to take it in your mouth," Ted told me.

I couldn't think of any reason not to, so I continued to work on his
dick. I had settled on an up- and-down motion, letting his dick slide in
and out of my mouth while I squeezed it with my lips to provide friction. I
licked it across the opening in the end when I could move my tongue.

Suddenly his dick swelled and my mouth filled up. I swallowed
involuntarily, just in time to make room for another mouthful.

"Don't move!" Ted said. He grabbed my hips in a vice-like grip and held
them still to emphasize his point.

I knew he couldn't stand to have the head touched after he started to cum,
so I backed off of his dick, keeping only the head in my mouth. There were
five shots altogether, the last two smaller in volume than the first
three. I swallowed them all. I kept his dick in my mouth until it began to
shrink.

Ted pulled me off of his dick and spun me around. "Sport, that was great!"
he told me as he slid down the bed and took my dick into his mouth. It
loved being suddenly enclosed in its hot wet surroundings. He wasted no
time setting up a reverse pistoning motion, the piston of my dick remaining
still while the cylinder of his mouth rose up and down around it.  In less
than one minute I was pumping my small load into his mouth.

"I'm sorry," I told him. "I was gonna tell you how close I was, but then I
was already there."

"No problem, Sport," Ted said after he pulled his mouth off of my dick. "I
was gonna take it anyhow."

He spun around in the bed and grabbed me, giving me a tight hug which I
loved and holding me against him afterwards so I was looking over his
shoulder. "When'd ya decide to start suckin'?"

"I dunno, right after I smelled your dick on my hands, I guess." I wrapped
my arms around him too since he had not let go of me.

"Guess we can give up on the hand cream from now on, whatcha think?"

"Yeah, for sure," I said, thrilled we would be sucking each other off after
this.

"I was hopin' you'd decide to do it, but it had to be you who decided. I
was just waitin' on ya to get there."

"I been thinking about it ever since I watched Sue do it to you," I told
him.

"Too bad it took ya so long. We coulda been sucking all this while."

"Yeah, too bad, really," I said, wishing I had gotten my nerve up sooner.

Ted let go of me then and said, "My turn to choose. Let's cuddle tonight."
As if there was ever any doubt.


Chapter 8

That fall Ted taught me about sucking just as he had taught me about
jerking off, by giving me instructions when I was sucking him and by giving
me illustrations when he was sucking me. He taught me that it was possible
to take the head of his dick down my throat without gagging if I yawned at
just the right moment, that it could actually feel good to have your dick
scraped lightly by someone's teeth if you were very close to cumming and
they were very careful, and that having your balls licked and sucked both
felt great and was a good way to put off an orgasm when you were so close
to one that you would go over the edge if your dick received any more
stimulation. It seemed as if we tried a different variation every night, so
by Christmas that year I had quite a repertoire of sucking techniques at my
disposal.

I also learned the difference in the length of our torsos didn't prevent us
from sucking each other at the same time. All that was required was for Ted
to bow his back if he was on the top or for me to pull his legs back
towards me and lift his butt off of the bed if he was on the bottom. Both
positions gave me a nearly-head-on view of his asshole, which I hadn't
expected and which embarrassed me. And what's more, I realized he was
getting the same sort of view of mine, which embarrassed me even more. It
seemed like the last little bit of individual privacy disappeared with
that, but in time I adjusted to it as I had to everything else we had done.

Other than doing it just because we could, we didn't suck each other at the
same time. We preferred taking turns. Both of us liked to pay attention to
all of the sensations the other one was causing with his hands, lips, and
tongue, and it was very difficult to do that while trying to cause those
same sensations in someone else. Our more usual position, no matter who was
sucking and who was being sucked, was for one of us to be spread-eagle on
the bed and the other to crawl around on his hands and knees so he could
have the greatest access to the other's crotch.

Ted didn't get another opportunity to bring Sue home because Dad's travel
didn't include another weekend night before Ted moved on to a new
girlfriend, so I didn't get another opportunity to watch them through the
closet peephole. In fact, I had just about decided we might as well close
up the peephole by putting up the molding pieces which had been cut to
length and were standing in the opposite back corners of both my closet and
Ted's. Then I got my next chance to use it.

As I was walking up the driveway from where the school bus had dropped me
off, I was surprised to see Del's car parked out front. The mowing season
was not quite over, so Ted had needed almost all of the time between the
end of the school day and darkness to service his customers. His usual
pattern was to come home, change his clothes, and drive back into town in
the pickup truck with the mower on a trailer hitched to the back.

When I entered the house, I expected them to be in the great room, the
combined living room and dining room that spanned two-thirds of the front
of the house, but they weren't there. It was unusual for them to go up to
Ted's room, but it did happen occasionally when they wanted some privacy
since Dad's studio was on the other side of one easily-opened door from the
great room.  Dad himself never came up to the second floor, so if privacy
was what was wanted, that was the perfect place to find it.

I went up to my room, intending to change clothes and ride back to Boomer's
house on my bicycle for our afternoon jerk off session. The first thing I
saw when I entered my bedroom was a sheet of paper on my bed. In Ted's
scrawl it said, "Look through the hole.  Be quiet."

I opened the door to my closet slowly and quietly, set my wooden desk chair
in the corner while being careful to make no noise, and climbed up onto the
chair. The first thing I saw was Ted sitting on the bottom end of his bed
with Del kneeling on the floor between his legs. Both were naked, and
although I couldn't see because my view of Ted's crotch was blocked by the
back of Del's head, Del had to be sucking Ted's dick. There was almost
nothing else he could have been doing in that position.

Ted was staring at the peephole, so I tried to stick my finger through so
he would know I was there. Because of the thickness of the wall, my finger
wouldn't reach the other side. After taking another quick look to make sure
Del was still facing the other way, I slid my hand into the opening until I
was sure the ends of my fingers were through and held it there for just a
second.  When I looked again, Ted was smiling and shaking his head slightly
to let me know he knew I was there.

I watched Ted continue to smile and shake his head for perhaps another half
minute. I realized he was making sure I had time to see him signaling me
after I removed my hand from the peephole.  Having communicated with each
other in that way, it was almost as if I had been brought into the room and
included in what he and Del were doing.

He let Del continue sucking him while he was shaking his head, but when he
stopped, he grabbed Del by the ears and pulled him to stand up as he stood
up himself.  Del was about four inches taller than Ted and thinner, but not
so thin he fell into the "string bean" category.

Once they were both standing, Ted switched his grip to Del's shoulders,
turned them both around, and pushed Del onto his back on the bed. As soon
as Del was down, Ted grabbed his feet and lifted them, pushing Del up the
bed. Del helped by sliding first one shoulder and then the other upwards
and pulling his body up until it was level with it.

I was anxious to get a clear look at Del's dick. I had gotten a glimpse of
it as he went down onto the bed, but Ted was in my line of sight and
blocked most of Del's body.

When Del was finally situated to Ted's satisfaction, Ted climbed onto the
bed and, putting one knee on each side of Del, crawled up his legs and
torso until he was straddling Del's chest. I couldn't see what has
happening because Ted's butt blocked my view, but it seemed as if Ted was
holding Del's head and, from the motion of his hips, sliding his dick in
and out of Del's mouth.

Meanwhile, I had a clear view of Del's body from the nipples downward. He
had a patch of hair in the middle of his chest that narrowed to a line
running down his belly.  It widened into a circle at his navel, narrowed to
a line below it, and widened out into a triangular bush of almost black
pubic hair. His legs were hairy as well. His dick was, as Ted had said,
obviously longer than Ted's, but it was thinner. His balls seemed smaller
too, perhaps because there was so much loose skin in the sac that held
them.

As I watched, Del reached around Ted's leg and started to jerk his own
dick.  I had mine out of my jeans and started squeezing it in time with
Del's strokes. Again, because I knew Ted knew I was watching, I felt I was
part of the action instead of just an observer. I was careful in squeezing
my dick since I knew it was possible to make myself cum that way and I
didn't want to cum before I absolutely had to.

After a few minutes, Ted swung his leg around so he was kneeling beside
Del.  His dick was shiny wet and very hard. I thought he glanced quickly in
my direction, and then he swung the other leg over Del's chest so he was
straddling him again, but this time facing Del's feet. As soon as he was in
place, he bent over and started licking up and down the back of Del's dick.

Del reacted by spreading his legs wide and wrapping both arms around Ted's
hips. I couldn't see what Del was doing because Ted's torso obscured Del's
head, but I assumed he had gone back to sucking Ted's dick again as Ted
began licking his.

Ted gave Del's whole crotch a lot of attention with his tongue before he
ever started sucking Del's dick. I was particularly interested in the way
he took Del's balls into his mouth. I could get one of Ted's into my mouth
at a time, but the hotter Ted got, the tighter his sac got, making it
impossible for me to do more than just lick them. Ted had the same problem
with my balls, although he could get my whole sac into his mouth when it
was at its loosest. But Del's balls were so loose that Ted could suck them
both into his mouth at one time.  While he had them that way, Del's dick
was sliding around against the side of Ted's neck and the top of his
shoulder. The head had a shiny line running down in which I knew was
precum.

When Ted took Del's dick into his mouth, he went straight down on it,
burying his lips in Del's pubic hair and twisting his head from side to
side. I had done that to Ted, but my dick was still not long enough to
reach into Ted's throat. He did his best to give me the same experience,
though, by holding my dick against the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
Ted did it to Del over and over, pulling his head almost completely off of
his dick, sliding it back all the way, and then twisting it.

I was watching Del's balls at the same time to see if they were beginning
to draw up, that sure sign of a coming orgasm, but they didn't seem to move
very much until I realized the skin of the sac wasn't contracting but the
balls themselves within it were moving upwards toward the base of Del's
dick.

Ted suddenly released Del's dick on one upward stroke and let it fall back
against Del's belly.  Then he sat straight up on his heels. At first I
thought Del was licking or sucking on Ted's balls, but I realized I could
see Ted's balls pulled tight up against the base of his dick. The only
explanation I could come up with was that Ted was now sitting on Del's
face.  It brought back memories of Sue squatting over Ted when he was lying
on the floor and also of Sue mashing Ted's face into her pussy. But the
only thing Del could be licking was Ted's asshole, an idea that had never
occurred to me. I looked up at Ted's face, and he was looking straight back
at me with his mouth open in a circle and his tongue wiggling around
touching his lips.  He was showing me exactly what was happening underneath
of him.

The whole idea gave me chills and I very nearly came just from squeezing my
dick. While I continued to watch, Del slid his hands across the tops of
Ted's thighs, took hold of Ted's dick, and started jerking it. In less than
a minute, Ted's face got that look which I knew meant he was cumming, and
he shot his load down Del's belly. I could see several large white gobs of
cum sitting on Del's thick black bush when he was done.

As soon as Ted opened his eyes, he leaned forward and sucked Del's whole
dick down his throat.  He began moving up and down on it. Over Ted's back I
could see Del was pulling Ted's ass cheeks apart, and I could see the top
of Del's head bobbing around. I could just imagine his tongue going around
and around in Ted's asshole.

As I watched, Ted pulled his mouth off of Del's dick and started jerking it
very fast. Shortly after that a jet of cum shot upwards and fell on Del's
legs. Another followed the first, and then another.  The rest simply oozed
out and ran down his dick. When I looked up at Ted's face, I could see him
looking at me. I was sure he was telling me he had jerked Del off instead
of sucking him off so I could see him cum.

That was all I could take. I got down from the chair carefully, lay on the
floor, and jerked off. It only took a few strokes and I was pumping out my
small load.

That night in bed Ted asked me, "What'd ya think?"

"It was hot watching you two. Thanks," I told him.

"I tried to make sure you could see everythin' good," he said.

"Yeah, I really could. It was great. There were only a few times I couldn't
see. Like when you were sitting on Del's face. Was he, like, licking your
asshole?"

"Sure was, he really gets off on that. They call it rimmin'. What'd ya
think about that?" I noticed he was watching me closely.

"I dunno. It was weird at first when I figured out what he was doing. It
was, like, icky, you know? I was thinking about what he had to be
tasting. But it seemed like it was hot too. It made me hot anyhow. I dunno
if I wanna do it, but I liked thinking about what it would feel like if it
was me getting it done."

"You don't wanna be doin' that unless the hole is real clean, like right
after a shower. Least I don't. Del's not as picky about that as I am," he
told me.

"Yeah, me neither. I want it to be clean," I said.

I wondered if Ted would do it to me that night, but he didn't, and I didn't
want to do it to him first. It turned out to be quite a while before we did
that to each other.

To be continued
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