Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2000 08:02:50 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 11 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 11

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 11

By the beginning of April, Boomer conceded that he wasn't ever going to be
able to convince the last four guys in our class to give in and jerk off
with us. One of the four holdouts was, not surprisingly, Jerry Daniels,
who, along with being the second smartest guy in the class after Jeffy, was
altogether above the concerns of the flesh. I was pretty sure that one of
the other three hadn't started puberty yet and lacked interest for that
reason. It was impossible to say what kept the other two from
participating. Boomer also confessed to me one afternoon that he had tried
several times to interest one of our teachers, Mr. Taylor, and though they
had had several long talks about masturbation, he had met with no
success. Boomer was certain, though, that Mr.  Taylor had gotten hard
during each of these conversations.

I was amazed that Boomer had gotten as many as he had. Not counting the
foursome, he had convinced seven guys to jerk off first with him and then
with me and him.  Counting those seven along with Ted, Del, Boomer, Jeffy,
and Kevin, I had handled twelve dicks besides my own, and no two were
exactly alike. It was a surprising revelation to me.

The foursome had continued to meet regularly through that winter and
spring, usually managing to get together twice each week to suck
dick. Boomer and I met more often, and occasionally it would happen that
either Kevin or Jeffy and I found an opportunity to suck each other off as
well. I also learned that Jeffy and Kevin met about as often as Boomer and
I did. The two of them appeared to the other kids in our class to have
become best friends.  Since they had never paid any attention to Jeffy and
consequently had no idea what he was like, and with their long familiarity
with Kevin's antics, they began to talk about Jeffy as if he was as slow as
Kevin.  Their comments, which they thought went over Jeffy's head as they
would have gone over Kevin's, became grist for the mill of Jeffy's wit when
in the privacy of the foursome he explained just what they revealed about
the speakers.

The four of us became very proficient at finding positions in which there
was a dick for every mouth and a mouth for every dick. At some point Jeffy
introduced the idea of holding off and not cumming as soon as it was
possible to do so, thereby intensifying the pleasure. This was the same
thing Ted had taught me very soon after I had cum for the first time, but I
hesitated to bring anything I had learned from him to the group for fear
they would want to know where I had learned it. No one ever questioned the
sources of Jeffy's information. By the end of the school year, not cumming
immediately had turned into not cumming until it was impossible to avoid
it, and it was considered the responsibility of the owner of the mouth as
well as that of the owner of the dick to make it last.

The other thing which I had experienced which would intensify an orgasm had
only happened one time. I had been wondering ever since the night of the
beer and pizza with Del what Ted had done inside of me that had caused me
to have such an intense orgasm. But as had been the case with everything
else having to do with sex, I didn't ask. I tried feeling around inside
myself, but I never achieved anything like the effect that Ted had
achieved, and I never even located the place he had touched to cause it.

I had classified what Ted had done as a "special" activity, a thing which
he and I didn't do every time we sucked each other off, or even very
often. The kinds of sex we had usually fell into two categories that
differed more because of the amount to time we had rather than the kinds of
activities we would indulge in. On weekend mornings we had gotten into the
habit of sucking each other off fairly quickly, often doing it in a
sixty-nine position. At night we had more time, so we worked for the
quality, not the speed, of the orgasm. Still we licked and sucked balls and
dicks, seldom going on to rimming except on rare occasions.

There was also very little occasion for me to use the peephole between our
rooms because, although Ted and Del came to the house for sex once or
sometimes twice during week, either I was not there or I joined them to
make a threesome. The sex which took place in these threesomes was not very
different from what happened in the foursome, plain vanilla sucking of dick
enhanced only by occasional pauses en route to intensify the orgasm.

At first I had thought that Kevin and Del were alike in their occasional
passivity, because I equated Kevin's willingness for his dick to be the
object of someone's else's attention while he initiated no reciprocal
action himself with Del's expectation that Ted would tell him what to do
along with his willingness to wait until Ted did so. I learned over time
that Kevin needed to be prompted to act, either by someone giving him
instructions to start him moving, or by action beginning around him which
he could and would want to imitate. Otherwise, Kevin tended not to
move. Jeffy once told me that Kevin must have been a mother's dream as a
child because he could sit quietly with nothing to occupy his attention
virtually forever.  This was not true of Del.

One afternoon I had been at Jeffy's sucking with him, Boomer and Kevin not
being available.  Although both of us had tried, we were too much in need
of an orgasm to make it last very long.  This turned out to be fortunate,
because Jeffy's mother had come home early.  While the chances were that
she wouldn't have caught us in the act even if all four of us had been
involved, there would certainly have been some anxious moments as we
hurried into our clothes.

I rode my bicycle home and found Del's car in the driveway in front of the
house. I took it for granted that they were sucking each other off and
expected to find them in the great room since Dad was out of town. But when
I opened the front door, the room was empty.  My first thought was to go
upstairs and throw open the door to Ted's room. I was already picturing the
look on their faces as they imagined themselves to be caught in the
act. But I decided to look through the peephole instead.

What I saw amazed me. Del was on the bed on his hands and knees. Or more
accurately, he was on his knees and shoulders with his butt in the air. His
asshole was aimed straight at the peephole, and I could see his balls
hanging down between his legs and his hard dick sticking down beyond
them. Ted always made sure when they were having sex that I would have a
good view if I happened to be watching. I didn't know if Del knew about the
peephole, but I was certain that Ted liked to be watched.

Ted was standing beside the bed. Both of them were naked, and Ted was
sliding a finger in and out Del's asshole. As I watched, he pulled it out
and replaced it with two fingers. Even though I had just cum a little while
before with Jeffy, I got hard and started to squeeze my dick. My asshole
was also twitching, as if it could feel the things I was seeing.

After a short time, Ted pulled his fingers out completely, squeezed
something on them from a tube, and worked rather than slid three of them
into Del. It looked like a tight fit, and Ted was twisting his fingers to
work them in.

Del said, "Go slower. It's hurting some."

"'K," said Ted as he twisted his fingers more slowly.

A few minutes later Del said, "Ok, go for it now. I think I'm ready."

At that Ted must have begun pushing, because his fingers, twisting back and
forth, started to disappear into Del's asshole. They moved in slowly, but
in time Ted had his knuckles pressed against Del's sphincter.

Ted kept them in place for a minute or so before he slid them out. Del's
hole was shiny, as if it was wet, and it closed very slowly after Ted
removed his fingers.

Because my attention was riveted on Del's asshole, I almost missed seeing
Ted open a rubber, squeeze some of the stuff from the tube into it, and
roll it down his dick.  I was very interested in that because I had never
seen a rubber actually put on a dick before. Ted squeezed some more of the
stuff from the tube onto his hand and rubbed it on the outside of the
rubber, which made it shiny like Del's asshole. Del had raised his
shoulders enough so that he could look backwards through his legs to watch
what Ted was doing.

Ted knelt on his bed, blocking my view of what was happening. But the only
thing that could have been happening was that he was putting his dick into
Del's asshole, something which seemed impossible to me from knowing the
thickness of his dick and the tightness of my own asshole. But then I
remembered that Ted had already had three of his fingers in Del's
hole. Ted's hips began to move back and forth slowly, which caused his
cheeks to spread and then close. It almost seemed as if his asshole was
winking at me as it appeared and disappeared between his cheeks. I wished
that I had a better view of what was happening in the front.

After a few minutes, Ted climbed off the bed. Del's asshole stayed open
this time. I wondered how far into him I could see. I also noticed the
rubber looked baggy now, not tight as it had appeared when Ted first put it
on.

"Turn around and lay on your back," Ted told him.

Del did as he was told, turning so the top of his head and the head of his
dick were both pointed at me. He began stroking his dick slowly once he was
settled.

While Del was moving, Ted looked straight at the peephole and mouthed the
words, "I heard you come up the steps." Although he was making no sound,
his facial movements suggested that he was shouting because of the
exaggerated way in which he was forming the words.

I moved back and slid my hand into the peephole so he would be able to see
my fingers on his side and know I was watching. When I removed my hand and
could see again, Ted was kneeling on the bed between Del's knees. Ted took
hold of his knees and, using them as support, leaned down and began licking
Del's dick. For the next five minutes or so, Ted licked and then sucked
Del's dick.

When he let it drop out of his mouth, he straightened up and told Del,
"Grease up my dick a little more."

Del reached for the tube which was laying on the bed, squeezed out a small
handful of its contents, and wrapped his hand around Ted's dick to coat the
rubber with the shiny clear substance.

"Line me up," Ted told him as he lifted Del's knees and pushed them back
toward his chest.

Del continued to hold Ted's dick, guiding it straight to his asshole as Ted
crept forward on his knees until the end of his dick was firmly in the
cleft surrounding Del's hole. When Del let go of Ted's dick, it stayed
where he had put it.

"Ready?" Ted asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Del answered.

He hardly had the answer out when Ted slid his dick straight into him. I
could see from the strain on Ted's belly that he continued to push even
after his pubic hair was mashed against Del's perineum.

Del arched his back so that he was supported only by his hips and the top
of his head and hissed, "Yessss!"

If Del hadn't had his eyes closed, he would have been staring straight at
me, or rather at the peephole, because his head was bent back that far. At
first I thought he could see me, but I realized that he would have had to
know where to look, and he would have had to have had his eyes open as
well, because he had squeezed them shut when Ted's dick entered him.

Ted pulled his dick out slowly and slid it back in quickly three
times. Each time Del arched his back. The force of the impact slid Del a
little farther down the bed each time until his head was hanging off the
end.

"Slide back up here," Ted told him. "You'll fall off if you don't."

Del grabbed handfuls of the bedspread to pull against as Ted backed up
slowly. It was clear from the effort that Del was making to stay with Ted
that he didn't intend for Ted's dick to get very far out of his asshole as
Ted backed away from him. The position Del was in reminded me of the time I
had seen Ted fucking Sue. She had been holding the bedspread in just the
same way while Ted drove his dick into her.

Once Del's head was back on the bed, Ted set up a steady rhythm of sliding
his dick in and out of his asshole. All the while he was lifting Del's legs
and bending them this way and that. As he did it, Ted watched Del's face
for something, and when it came even I could see it even though I was
looking at Del's features upside down.

To erase any doubt that Ted had found what he was looking for, Del said,
"God, that's it!" He grabbed the bedspread in both fists again and
continued to hold it.

I realized that Ted had to have hit the same place inside of Del with his
dick that he had touched inside of me with his finger. Ted's dick rubbing
it was clearly driving Del wild. He pounded on the bed with his fists which
were still gripping handfuls of bedspread and rolled his head from side to
side. Suddenly Del arched his back as much as he could with his legs nearly
pressed against his chest and began to cum. The first shot hit him straight
up his face beside his nose.  Since his mouth was open, part of it went
in. The second shot went into his mouth at the top, hit his chin, and ended
at the top of his chest. Each of the next two shots started where the one
before had ended, making a line of cum down his chest and belly. The rest
dribbled out of his dick. Del licked his lips, tasting his own cum.

Ted began to drive his dick into Del faster and faster. Now that he no
longer had to hit that perfect spot to give Del pleasure, he was working
exclusively for his own orgasm. I could see it approaching by the look on
his face. When he threw his head back, his face assumed a very familiar
look and the rhythm of his fucking faltered. I knew the first shot of his
orgasm was occurring inside of Del as I watched. Ted started shoving his
dick into Del without actually withdrawing it, matching each lunge with a
shot of cum leaving his dick.

When Ted was finished, he leaned forward over Del for just a minute. As he
straightened up, he pulled his dick out of Del's asshole. I could see that
the rubber was full of his cum. He rolled sideways, releasing Del's legs,
which he lowered onto the bed. Ted was still wearing the rubber when he lay
on his back next to Del.

Del had begun to recover from his own orgasm by the time Ted settled next
to him. He sat up and pulled the rubber off of Ted's dick. It slid off
easily, having stretched, since it was now very loose even though it had
been tight when Ted put it on. Del pulled it inside out over his longest
finger and began to lick Ted's cum off of it. His own cum still formed a
line on his face, chest, and belly.

I was practically hypnotized by what I was watching, and once it was over I
felt as if I was coming out of a trance. I was also desperate to cum. I got
down from the chair and slid across my bed, fishing my dick out of my
fly. It was painfully hard. I started to jerk it as fast as I could. It
couldn't have been thirty seconds before I came.

That night in bed I told Ted how hot it made me to watch him fuck Del.

"Not as hot as it made me to do it. He's tight!" Ted told me.

"I didn't think you could get your dick into somebody's asshole like that,"
I said. "I thought it was way too big." I was playing with Ted's dick, not
really jerking it, but it was getting hard in my hand.

"Assholes'll stretch a lot. You just have to work on it a little while is
all. It's still gonna hurt some, but it doesn't have to hurt bad."

"Del didn't look like it was hurting him at all," I said.

"Yeah, ole Del really gets into it. But it still hurt him when I put the
three fingers in him, and I know it hurt when I was slidin' the head of my
dick in him right at first."

"I couldn't see that part," I said.

"Yeah, no way I could work it out so you could, Sport. But he takes it
easier in that position, so it's a good way to start. Once he loosens up,
you can do almost anythin'."

"You and him done it a lot of times?"

"Not a whole lot, not as many as ten. He did it a lot more with Ray, and
Ray's bigger than me."

The idea that Del had been fucked by his brother Ray gave me a surge of
erotic feeling, like a rush of pleasure straight to my balls. I remembered
Ted telling me once how much more cum Ray produced than he did. He had
never told me how he knew.

"Is Ray bigger than Del?" I asked.

"Same length, but thicker. Got a big head on his too. That's what makes it
the hardest to get in, a big head. It's like you have to stretch the hole
to take it all right at first. You can't be gradual about it."

"Did Del ever fuck you?" I asked.

"Couple times. But I don't get off on it like he does. Ray said some guys,
it makes 'em crazy, and other guys can take it or leave it or they don't
like it at all. I can take it or leave it, but I don't care about doin'
it."

"How come it makes some guys crazy?" I was wondering if I was one of those.
The idea of having Ted's dick up inside of me really excited me.

"Guess it just had to do with how they're built. You hit their prostate and
it's like electric shock time, their faces light up and everythin'."

"What's a prostrate?" I asked.

"Prostate. It's like this thing up inside of you that helps you cum. It
shoots out all the juice while your balls are makin' the sperm."

"Remember what you did to me with your finger inside my asshole the night
when Dad was away and Del was over? Was that my prostate you were
touching?" I asked. I was busy putting two and two together to get more
information about sex, as usual.

"Yeah, sure was. Works real good for you. You seemed to be likin' it so
much I thought you were gonna back right up my arm."

"I did like it! It felt almost as good as having your dick jerked off when
you're getting close to cumming. Does that mean I'm one of the guys that it
makes crazy?"

"I'd say so."

"Will you fuck me?" I asked. I was already imagining the feel of his dick
sliding into my asshole.

"No. Least not until you're older. You're too little, Sport. I'd be afraid
I'd hurt you." The disappointment must have shown in my face, because he
put his hand on my shoulder and went on, "Hey, Ok? I wouldn't ever do
anythin' to hurt you, you know that. You just gotta trust me about
this. I'd be glad to be the first one to do it with you, and when you get
bigger, you still want it, then we'll do it. But I gotta feel like it's
gonna be ok for you.  Deal?"

"Deal." The truth was, I was already feeling some apprehension after what
he had said about the pain, and I did trust Ted completely, so if he said
it wasn't a good idea, then as far as I was concerned, it wasn't.

I was still playing with Ted's dick, which had gotten very hard, so I
leaned over in my cross- legged position and started licking the head. I
couldn't have sucked him off from that position, but I could get him
started on the long slow road to the wonderful orgasm I meant to give
him. I kept it up, licking and sucking for a few minutes. Ted stroked my
hair while I did it. He liked to watch me do it as much as he liked to be
watched whenever he was involved in sex.

When I had been bent over for as long as I could stand, I sat up and asked
him, "How come you had a rubber on when you fucked Del?"

"Partly because it's a good idea to wear a rubber anyhow, just for safety.
But also because it's cleaner, it seems cleaner to me anyhow."

"A kid brought a rubber to school once a long time ago but that's the only
one I ever saw up close."

"Really" I shoulda thought of that. Just a sec."

We were in my bed. He jumped up and went out the door, his hardon
alternately flapping against his belly and suspended in front of him as if
it was pointing out the way to go. In less than a minute he was back with a
box of rubbers and the tube of stuff he had used with Del. He sat
crosslegged on the bed facing me.

"Here's a rubber," he said. "Open it up."

The small, square foil package was hard to grasp. I struggled with it,
getting progressively rougher.

"Hold it, Sport. The way you're goin', it won't be any good when do you get
it out of the package.  Do it like this."

Ted took the rubber from me, grasped a corner of the package with his
teeth, and pulled, splitting the foil which tore irregularly to the other
side of the package. Half of the rubber was uncovered.  It looked like a
plastic ring with a cover on it.

"You can put one on with just one hand if you have to, but it's better if
you use two. And you have to use two if you're gonna use any lubricant. I'm
gonna put this one on to show you and then you can do it too."

Ted unrolled about half an inch of slack from the ring. He opened the tube
he was holding and squeezed a dollop of clear jelly into the end of the
rubber.

"This is a pretty good lubricant. It just washes right off. Every time I
buy it, old man Wheatley down at the drugstore glares at me all the way out
the door. The first time he tried to tell me I was too young to buy it, but
he couldn't make that fly, so he asked me if I knew what it was for.  He
said he didn't know what a boy my age needed it for. I told him I could
tell him what I used it for if he really wanted to know. He gave me such a
sour look you woulda thought his mouth was gonna disappear. I just smiled
at him. He did the same thing when I use to buy rubbers there, so I stopped
gettin' 'em from him. He tried to embarrass me one time in front of a woman
I mowed for. But he can't do that with the KY so easy, so I keep buying it
there because I know it pisses him off. Anyhow, you want some KY or
whatever you are usin' inside the rubber so it will slide around against
your dick. It feels good and it helps keep it from tearin' too."

With that, he turned the rubber over and set the ring on the head of his
dick with the KY-filled end pointing up. He grabbed the end between his
thumb and index finger and positioned the first two fingers of his other
hand on the ring on opposite sides of the head.

"You want to pinch up a little bit of the rubber to make it slack on the
end so there's a place for your cum to go when you shoot."

He illustrated by holding the tip of the rubber away from the head of his
dick and rolling the rest of it down his dick by sliding the two fingers
just above the ring. There was still some of the ring left when he got to
the bottom.

"That's all there is to it. You try it," he said as he handed me a rubber
in its package.

I had no trouble getting the package open this time, but the rubber got
away from me when I tried to hold it on the tips of my finger to put the KY
into it. I was surprised by how good it felt when I rolled it down my dick,
and even more surprised that it wasn't nearly as slack on my dick as I had
expected it to be. I had intended to include girth in the measurements I
made of my dick and to get Ted to do the same, but I had never gotten
around to it. Now I saw that the rubber performed that function as well,
showing me that my dick wasn't very much smaller in girth than Ted's.

"You got it," he told me.

The two of us were sitting there crosslegged on the bed with hardons
sticking up, each wearing a rubber. For some reason, this struck me as
incredibly erotic. I reached over and felt Ted's dick inside the
rubber. Because of the lubricant in the end of the rubber, it was possible
to move the rubber around against the head of his dick.

"That feels good, Sport," he said. "Lemme show you."

When he began doing the same thing to me, it did feel very good.

"Let's jerk each other off in the rubbers," Ted said, reaching for the tube
of KY. He squeezed a glob onto his hand and then wrapped his hand around my
dick and started to stroke it. It felt different than anything else I had
ever felt. I did the same thing to him.

After a minute, Ted reached over with his other hand and pulled on my
shoulder so that I bent toward him. He leaned toward me at the same time
until his head was on my shoulder and mine was on his. We continued to
stroke each other, building up to a steady rhythm. I came first, a good few
minutes before Ted did. After he came, he showed me what to do with a
rubber when you were finished with it by tying a knot in the end to keep
the cum inside.  We wiped out dicks off with my dirty underpants and went
to sleep.


To be continued
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