Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2000 15:15:25 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 10 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 10

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 10

Ted and Del sucked each other off regularly at our house after the first
time, and I watched them about half of the times when they did
it. Sometimes I simply wasn't home when they got together, but other times
I had to choose between watching them and taking part in one of Boomer's
threesomes. The foursome was formed after I had watched Ted and Del a few
times. It held more attraction for me than watching them.

Eventually another weekend came when Dad was going to be gone over Saturday
night. Since everything had worked out well the last time he had allowed
Ted to leave me home alone while he went out on a date, Dad decided to do
the same thing again. Ted winked at me, which I took to mean he would be
fucking his current girlfriend in his own bed that Saturday and I was
invited to watch.

Having seen Ted fuck Sue, I wasn't really very interested in watching him
fuck Melissa, a girl I had not yet met. Seeing one pussy, even from across
the room, had satisfied my curiosity about that particular organ. I was
willing to consider the possibility pussies might differ from each other
just as much as dicks did, but my interest was in dicks, not in pussies, so
seeing another pussy had no appeal. But as I had no place else to go, I
thought I would probably watch if the opportunity presented itself.

Late that Saturday afternoon, I started to wonder why Ted had not begun his
usual preparations for a date after he came out of the shower. I got my
answer when Del arrived with two pizzas at about the time Ted usually
left. The pizza was a treat, something we didn't have very often since we
had left the pizza delivery zone by moving to the dream house. Del also
brought two six-packs of beer, a beverage which Ted seldom had at home and
which I had never had anywhere. Two cans was all it took to make me drunk.

Ted recognized my condition immediately. "That's a really stupid grin you
got on you, Sport," he said as he looked into my eyes.

By way of an answer, I just grinned more broadly, which set Ted and Del to
laughing. I decided it was funny too, so I began laughing as well.

After the laughter had subsided to the occasional chuckle, Ted dropped onto
the sofa next to me and put his arm around my shoulders, hugging me against
his side. I had my feet drawn up onto the sofa and had extended my arms
between my knees so I could hold them. Del sat on the other side of Ted,
swiveling to drape his legs over the arm of the sofa and putting his head
on Ted's leg.  He stretched his arms over his head, which draped them
across Ted's other leg and both of my feet. Ted dropped his other arm onto
Del's waist and slid his hand up inside his shirt. I could see his hand
moving around and occasionally bunching up under the shirt.

Even though I was drunk, I thought it was odd of Ted to do that to Del in
front of me. That Ted and Del had sucked each other off was, of course, no
secret between Ted and me, but Del didn't know that. Yet not only did Del
seem unbothered by Ted touching his chest in front of me, he also slid his
own right hand up under Ted's shirt and began moving it around. Ted closed
his eyes and laid his head against the sofa back, obviously enjoying the
actions of Del's hand under his shirt. I forced myself to watch intently,
no mean trick considering my inebriated state, and proceeded to develop a
painfully hard erection. It was one thing to watch them through the
peephole, but it was quite another to be physically present in the middle
of the action itself.  Because of the position I was in, I could rub my
hardon with my elbows. So of course I did.

Ted's and Del's caressing of each other went on for what seemed like quite
a long time, but it could in reality have been a very short one since the
beer had definitely altered my sense of the passing of time. I couldn't
decide whether I wanted to simply continue watching or to join in
myself. In the end my natural tendency to watch rather than to participate
heightened by the lethargy induced by the beer prevented me from making the
choice that would cause me to have to move. I continued to watch.

After a few minutes, Del slid sideways towards the edge of the sofa, which
let him also slide his hand down Ted's chest to the top of his jeans. At
first he slid his hand back and forth just above Ted's belt, but within a
minute he had moved his hand lower and was rubbing his knuckles in a circle
to one side of Ted's zipper. Ted's hand had moved too, out of Del's shirt
and down to just above his belt. He had flattened his hand out and was
rubbing in a small circle that seemed to take his fingertips farther and
farther under the waistband of Del's jeans.

"You doin' OK, Sport? You're awful quiet," Ted said to me.

"I think I'm drunk," I told him.

"I know you're drunk," he answered with a chuckle.

"You're not feelin' sick, are you?" he asked quietly few seconds later. He
had bent his face close to mine when he asked, somehow communicating to me
by that action the genuine concern he had for my well-being.

"No, just kinda out of it. I'm not sick or anything."

"You ok with what's happenin'?"

I had told Ted every detail about Boomer's threesomes and my participation
in them as well as about the foursome, just as Ted had told me ever detail
of the times he had fucked his dates and, after the first time he had
arranged for me to see them sucking each other off, every detail of the
things he and Del did to each other. I suppose, considering my eager
participation in the threesomes and the foursome, he had taken it for
granted I would be comfortable being included in a threesome with him and
Del. But now because of my lack of any effort to join in combined with my
rolled up and burrowed-in situation in the corner of the sofa, he was
having second thoughts. Del had also stopped unbuckling Ted's belt and was
looking at me.

"Yeah, I am, I really am. I'm just, like, out of it a little bit," I told
them both. It occurred to me to smile as a way of reassuring them, so I
did.

Ted laughed at me when I did. Del smiled and went back to opening Ted's
jeans.

"I thought maybe you were tryin' to disappear back into your corner there,"
Ted said.

"I feel like I'm sinking into it," I told him.

The sofa was built for lounging, not sitting up, and I was pressed deeply
into the seat cushion and half-covered by the large pillow that folded over
the arm. I felt like a baby turtle digging its way out of the sand as I
clawed my way out of the enveloping mass of the sofa.  Ted helped by
sliding his hand down my back and pushing. I fell forward onto the floor on
my hands and knees, propelled off of the sofa by Ted's helping hand.

I landed just as Del, now also on the floor, started pulling Ted's jeans
and briefs down his legs.  Ted ended up wearing his shirt and only one sock
after Del had finished. His dick was hard and sticking up his belly. I
crawled between his legs and sucked it into my mouth.

"Hey! That's mine!" Del said. "Here I unwrap it and damn if somebody don't
just go down on it 'fore I can even get to it!"

I couldn't see what kind of look Del had on his face when he said it, but
Ted laughed. I started sucking Ted's dick.

"First come, first serve," Ted said, laughing again.

"I'll just have to see what else there is to eat around here," Del said.

I felt Del's hands slide over my hips. I thought he was going to pull me
off of Ted's dick, so I wrapped my arms around Ted's waist and burrowed my
mouth into his crotch, forcing the head of his dick down my throat.

But Del had other plans. He slid his hands around my hips to my belly and
started to open my jeans. Once he got the zipper down, he started tugging
on them. They weren't tight at all, but because of my bent-over position,
he had some difficulty sliding them down my legs, particularly since he was
trying to slide my briefs down at the same time. I released Ted's dick from
my mouth and just laid my cheek against it because I was afraid I would
bite him involuntarily from Del's tugging on me. A few seconds later, Del
pulled my feet so my legs straightened out, jerked off my socks, and pulled
my jeans and briefs completely off. I crawled back up onto my knees and
took Ted's dick back into my mouth.

"Determined little sucker, ain't he?" Del asked.

Ted answered him with a snort. A few seconds later I felt Del grab the
cheeks of my ass and spread them apart. Then I felt his tongue on my
asshole.

I had never felt anything like it in my life. At first I thought I was
feeling the same sensations I felt when Ted tickled me. My involuntary
reaction to that was always to squeeze my eyes shut and to wrap my arms and
legs around myself to form a ball with all of my "tickle spots" safely on
the inside. But my reaction to the touch of Del's tongue wasn't completely
involuntary, so I didn't fold up, although I did feel the urge to do
so. Since that would have achieved the opposite of the usual result by
placing my asshole in a much more accessible position between my spread
cheeks on the outside of the ball, it wouldn't have been very effective
anyhow. And besides, I didn't want to deny Del access to that particular
tickle spot, because the sensation of being tickled turned into something
quite different almost immediately, something I didn't think I could ever
get enough of.

When I finally could react about five seconds later, I tried to impale
myself on Del's tongue. That must have suited Del as well, because he
cooperated by driving his tongue farther into my asshole.

While this was going on, and it may have taken as much as fifteen seconds
all told, Ted had pulled off his shirt and started to pull mine over my
head without undoing the buttons. There was a short period during which my
head and arms were trapped inside my shirt. I started to straighten up to
make it easier for Ted to disentangle me. The change of angle in my ass
which that caused pulled my hole off of Del's tongue. Since I didn't want
to see nearly as much as I wanted that tongue inside my asshole, I bent
right back down and was rewarded by the immediate return of the stabbing
tongue in my hole.

Ted continued to struggle with my shirt, finally getting it over my head
and loose from my wrists.  He threw it aside and slid out from under my
head. I noticed as he went that he was still wearing one white sock. It
turned out he didn't take it off for the rest of the evening.

I didn't know where Ted had gone once he was out of my range of vision, and
I didn't really care until suddenly Del's tongue left my asshole. I looked
back over my shoulder to see Ted roll Del onto his back and begin opening
his jeans. I watched the whole process of Del being stripped naked,
squeezing my hard dick rhythmically as it occurred. Del lay there
motionless and let Ted do as he pleased.

When he had pulled off Del's shirt and Del was completely naked, Ted said,
"Come over here and sit on his face."

As if to show me the way, Del stretched his arms over his head. I walked
across the short space separating us on my knees, inching each one along
the sides of Del's arms.  As soon as my crotch started to pass over Del's
mouth, he reached up and started to lick. Since it felt good, I slowed my
forward movement, giving Del a chance to lick his way slowly across my
balls and my perineum as he made his way to his target of choice, my
asshole. When his tongue touched it, I lowered myself onto it.

"Make sure you leave him enough room to breathe, hear?" Ted told me as he
watched my progress and jerked Del's dick slowly.

It hadn't occurred to me Del would need to do that, but it seemed like a
reasonable request, so I lifted myself slightly higher. I felt Del's hands
on the cheeks of my ass spreading them wider but also supporting them. I
continued to squeeze my dick as I felt Del working on my asshole with both
his lips and his tongue. I was in heaven.

It must have shown in my face, because Ted said, "Stop that or you'll cum."

"I want to cum," I told him, switching from squeezing to stroking.

"Not like that, wait!"

I still held onto my dick, but I stopped moving my hand. Ted dropped Del's
dick, swung his leg across his hips, and straddled him so they were dick to
dick. The first thought that crossed my beer-slowed mind as I saw their
dicks side by side was, "Del's is longer but Ted's is thicker."

"Del, grab our dicks," Ted told him.

Del released my right cheek, wiggled his arm through my legs, wrapped his
hand around his and Ted's dicks, and began stroking them both very slowly.

"Lean back on your hands, Sport."

I couldn't follow what he meant, so he had to show me. What he wanted was
for me to put both hands flat on the floor behind me so I was leaning
backward and my belly and chest were at an angle away from him. As soon as
I did it, he leaned forward, put his own hands flat on the floor beside my
knees, and took my whole dick into his mouth, rolling his tongue down the
back as he slid it in.

>From then on I felt I could cum at any second. If it hadn't been for the
beer I had drunk, no doubt I would have cum already. Instead I enjoyed the
building of the sensations that precede an orgasm while I watched Ted's
hips moving as he slid his dick back and forth against Del's. I surrendered
myself entirely to the feelings they were causing. Suddenly, with no
additional warning, I came as hard as I had ever cum in my life. I'm sure I
would have fallen over if I had not been supported by the locked joints of
my elbows.

After I was finished cumming, I felt Ted pushing me. I fell over onto my
side and stretched my legs out above Del's head. I watched as Ted kissed
Del with an obviously open mouth. The last thought I had before I drifted
off to sleep was that what they were doing let Ted taste my asshole while
Del tasted my cum.

When I woke up, I had no idea how long I had been asleep. I could see Ted
on his hands and knees over Del sucking his dick. I decided either I hadn't
been asleep very long and they were still sucking each other or I had been
sleeping long enough that they were sucking each other again.  Then what
had awakened me, two cans of beer demanding to be let out of my distended
bladder, captured my complete attention. I practically ran to the bathroom

After I had relieved myself, I came back to find Ted still on his hands and
knees over Del, but now facing in the opposite direction so they were both
face to crotch. They were sucking each other, moving their mouths up and
down at a slow pace. My dick stood straight up at the sight, convincing me
this was the second time for them. I knelt behind Ted and started rubbing
my hands over his butt. Looking down, I could also watch Del raising and
lowering his head to suck Ted's dick.

An idea suddenly came to me out of the alcohol-induced fog in which my head
was swimming. If I got Ted to spread his legs wider and I sat back on my
heels, I could probably work my way forward enough so Del could suck my
dick along with Ted's. When I tried to put my plan into action, I
discovered the flaw in it. Del seemed to figure out what I was trying to do
right away, bending his head back and wagging his tongue at me to indicate
I should put my dick in his mouth. I tried, but in the end the closest I
could get to having my dick side by side with Ted's was to have the head of
mine touch the bottom of his shaft and my shaft lay up against his
balls. Del strained to lick the length of both of our dicks. After a few
minutes of that, I decided I was too uncomfortable to stay in that
position, so I worked my way back out from under Ted.

All the while I was in that position, I had been staring at Ted's asshole,
fully displayed and stretched tight by the extent to which his legs were
spread. I could see the sparse line of hairs which came around the curve of
his perineum from the bottom of his balls.  That line split at his asshole,
one fork going around it on each side, and joined again at the top.  It was
almost as if his asshole had a fringe around it.

It had begun to occur to me it might not be so bad to rim Ted if I could
just get my nerve up to do it. After I had gotten out from between Ted's
legs so I could move around, I started running my finger around and around
his asshole. Every few times I ran the tip lightly across the hole. It
puckered and moved at my touch, showing a surprising variety of puckers
where I had always thought the only two possibilities were open and
closed. I moved my face closer and closer, trying to bring myself to take
the final step. When I was just a few inches away, I began to smell
something that seemed familiar. I moved closer to get a better sniff and
figured out what I was smelling was very much like the smell of Ted's dick
that I loved. I realized the smell was coming from his asshole, and far
from being unpleasant, which I had been afraid of, it was actually
stimulating in a very erotic way. Without hesitation I stuck my tongue out
and drew it straight across Ted's asshole.

Having no experience except as the receiver of such attention, I didn't
have any idea of what to do besides lick straight up his crack, withdraw my
tongue, and repeat the action. As I did it, I looked down to see Del
looking up at me. I thought he might make suggestions about what I ought to
do, but of course he couldn't since his mouth was full of Ted's dick. So I
continued as I had begun.

A short while later, Ted moved forward, and I saw Del's legs come up on
both sides of Ted's head. Ted had put his arms behind Del's knees and
pulled his butt up off of the floor. I raised up to see what he was doing
just in time to see him bury his face against Del's asshole. I looked down
at Del, who had a dreamy look in his eyes as he continued to suck Ted's
dick in and out of his mouth.

Before I went back to licking Ted's asshole, I moved to the side so I could
reach past Ted's butt and take hold of Del's dick, which was sticking out
under Ted's chin and throbbing with the beat of Del's heart. It was very
slick from Ted's saliva, so I began stroking it loosely, using the saliva
as a lubricant. I also resumed licking Ted's asshole, trying more to drive
my tongue into it than to simply drag it across. I felt Del's hand on my
leg, and a few seconds later he took hold of my dick and started to stroke
it as well. With the hand I wasn't using I rubbed Ted's balls.

Del was the first to cum, shooting onto Ted's chest and his own belly. Ted
came close behind him. I knew he was about to cum from the way his asshole
tightened around my tongue. I looked beneath me to see Del drive his mouth
up Ted's dick and press his lips against Ted's crotch. Del's nose was
pressed in between Ted's balls, forcing his already tight ball sac against
his perineum.  Ted's hips jerked with each shot and his asshole clutched at
my tongue, but Del never moved. I knew Ted was shooting straight down his
throat.

When I felt the tension leave Ted's muscles, I knew he was finished
shooting. Del let his head fall backwards onto the floor, releasing Ted's
dick. Ted let Del's legs drop to the floor and rolled sideways away from me
until he was lying on his back beside Del. I felt Del's hand on my dick. It
had quit moving when he began to cum. Now wit began to pull me toward
him. I had to crawl over him to follow his hand. I ended up straddling him
as he pulled my dick to his mouth. I bent over, supporting myself on my
hands and knees as he began to suck my dick hard and fast.

I felt a hand touch my butt. I knew it had to be Ted's since both of Del's
were already holding me by the hips. The hand slid to my crack and began to
slide back and forth across my asshole. I saw Ted's legs disappear as he
drew them back.

"Do it slower, Del," Ted told Del. "Don't bring him off too fast."

Del changed the rhythm of his sucking immediately and lessened the pressure
of his lips and tongue against my dick. Then I felt Ted's tongue on my
asshole, licking, circling, and stabbing.  He was also rubbing my butt and
my balls with his hands. I was less drunk than I had been before my nap,
but I was still having trouble sorting out all of the sensations I was
feeling. It seemed Ted's tongue was going deeper and deeper inside of me,
deeper than it could possibly go. I realized it had to be his finger
instead of his tongue because I could still feel his tongue on my asshole.

Suddenly I felt an altogether new sensation. It seemed to be behind my
balls, but it was definitely connected to them and to my dick. Whatever Ted
was doing with his finger was giving me feelings which seemed to travel
outward in waves from that point all the way to the ends of my fingers and
toes.

I usually didn't make any noise when I began to cum, and neither did Ted,
probably because I had known intuitively while we were living in our
original house that Dad might hear us and come to investigate. Between then
and now maintaining silence had become a habit, one which I broke under the
intensity of the sensations I was experiencing. I began to moan and grunt.

"That feel good, Sport?" Ted asked.

"Oh, yeah!" I told him.

"Let's go for it now, Del," he said.

Immediately Del tightened his lips against my dick, but he maintained the
same speed. Ted went back to licking around my asshole while continuing to
do whatever it was he was doing inside of me with his finger. I just
grunted.

I came suddenly, and very hard. I felt Del force his mouth against my
crotch, just as he had done to Ted's when Ted came. I grunted as each shot
left my dick for its journey down Del's throat.

After the last shot left me, Ted pushed me so I rolled onto the floor on
the side of Del opposite to where Ted was kneeling. Del turned onto his
side and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and giving me a taste
of my own cum. When he broke the kiss, Ted pulled me toward him and kissed
me as well. We lay in a heap for a few minutes, Del on the bottom and Ted
and I laying across him.

Del ended our rest by saying, "I gotta have a beer. I done sucked myself
dry."

"And pizza," Ted added.

But before anyone could drink anything more, we had to form a circle around
the toilet to empty out the beer we had already used. Even I still had
quite a bit in me. From there we went to the kitchen, reheated some pizza
in the microwave, and opened another can of beer for each of us.  My buzz
returned with the first swallow. We ate lying on the floor of the great
room, each of us touching both of the others, and when the pizza was gone,
we moved closer and closer until we were completely intertwined. We stayed
that way, caressing each other just for the pleasure of the touch and with
no intention of arousing each other, until we decided we were too sleepy to
stay up any longer. That night the three of us slept together in Ted's bed.


To be continued
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