Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 11:20:14 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 19 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 19

by Tim Foure

copyright c 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 19

The Saturday of that weekend was the first one on which the whole family
was at home at one time. Not only had Ted come home on Friday night, but
Mom came home on Saturday as well.  As usual she inspected the "pig sty"
first thing, but with Ted having moved practically all of his things to his
dorm room and me being the neater of the two of us, there was nothing out
of order for her to find. Nonetheless, she continued the fiction that we
had cleaned the second floor in a whirlwind of activity just before her
arrival.

I said to Ted, "You'd think she'd know by now we're just not messy."

"She does. It's part of us bein' her little boys. She knows we're growin'
up and she only half wants us to, so that's why she plays that game."

Ted had planned to meet Del that night since he hadn't seen him since the
last weekend he'd been home and Del didn't use email, but with Mom home he
felt he needed to stay in. He decided to stay over on Sunday night as well
and meet Del after Mom left. He told me to keep that piece of information
to myself since he intended to tell Dad he was going back to school. I
found out in an email on Monday he had spent the night at Del's and then
drove back to school just in time for his first class. He told me he made
Del cum four times and after the last time Del said he was afraid his
asshole would never close again.

But in fact it did close, or at least it had by Wednesday a week and a half
later when Del babysat with me for the first time. Dad was going to be gone
through the weekend, so Del was staying with me until Monday morning.

But Del's babysitting wasn't the only first-time event that took place that
day. Although I had finished mowing for the season and had not yet begun to
rake leaves, I came straight home from school instead of meeting with the
foursome because I expected to get all the sex I could handle with Del that
night. It was a moderately brisk day, but instead of turning on the heat, I
lighted a fire in the fireplace which began to warm the house up very
quickly. I tried to sit in front of the fire and read, but anticipation of
the night to come made it impossible for me to concentrate.  After trying
for half an hour or so, I gave it up. I also decided to take my clothes off
since the great room was now quite warm, particularly in front of the
fireplace, and I didn't want Del to have any doubts about my interest in
playing.

As I was coming down the stairs from putting my clothes away, I saw the UPS
truck go around the end of the house to the place in front of the garage
where Phil always parked. I went straight to the kitchen door, getting
there just ahead of Phil, who was coming across the driveway with an
envelope.

I opened the door just as he got to it and said, "Hi! Come on in."

He came into the kitchen and said, "Hi yourself. Kinda cool for your summer
uniform, isn't it?"  He gestured with the envelope to emphasize what he
said as he looked me up and down.

"It's plenty warm inside here," I replied.

"Sure isn't outside. I've been cold all day. I always have trouble
adjusting when the temperature changes a lot from one day to the next. Can
you sign this for me?" He held out the gizmo for my signature.

I took it and signed the box. As I handed it back, I asked him, "Want a cup
a coffee to warm you up before you go?" knowing he wouldn't take it because
he never took any drink I offered him.

He surprised me by saying, "That sounds great. But you know what I'd like
even more? I'm sorry to even ask you."

"What?" I asked, wondering what it could be.

"Could I use your bathroom? I've got a cup to pee in in the truck, and I
usually make it to a public restroom when I have to do more, but right now
I'm about at the end of my self control."

"Sure! It's right there," I told him, pointing at the bathroom that we used
for the pool.

He practically ran for it, slamming the door behind him.

I poured him a cup of coffee and put the sugar bowl next to it on the
counter. I decided if he wanted milk, I would pour it straight from the
jug.

He came out a few minutes later, carrying his jacket. "Thanks. That was
really a close call."

"No problem. Any time you need to, just come here. I know what that's like
from mowing. I hate to ask somebody I'm mowing for to use their
bathroom. If I have to pee and I'm wearing shorts, I just squat down next
to mower and pee out the leg hole. But if I'm wearing jeans, I have to hold
it. The other thing hasn't happened to me yet. I been lucky. Here's your
coffee."

"Thanks," he said as he added a spoonful of sugar to it.

"Want milk?"

"No, black with sugar is the way I take it," he answered, taking a sip.
"That's good."

"Want to come sit by the fire while you drink it?"

"Well, I should probably just stay here."

"Up to you. I have a cup that won't spill you can take in the truck if you
have to go right away." I was thinking about how fast he usually left after
making a delivery.

"No, this was my last delivery. I'm not in a big hurry. Not a lot of
packages today. Some days are like that."

"So come sit by the fire. Get warm."

I didn't give him a chance to say no. I started walking into the great room
as I was talking. He followed right behind me. I plopped down into the
corner of the sofa with my right leg bent under me so that I was half
facing the fire and half facing the rest of the sofa, where I expected him
to sit. He sat at the other end, also facing both me and the fire.

"The fire feels good. I should have worn more than just a windbreaker
today, but I expected it to warm up more than it did."

"I've been cold a couple days towards the end when I was mowing because I
didn't wear warm enough clothes."

"I've seen you mowing. You take it over from your brother? I used to see
him mowing those same places."

"Yeah, he started college so I got his business. I guess I kinda bought him
out."

"Good for you. I met your brother once when I delivered a letter and you
weren't here. Nice looking guy. You mow a lot of lawns?"

"Twenty-seven."

He whistled, "That's a lot! Sure must've kept you busy."

"I took them all over from him so I only did them for the last part of the
summer. But next year I'll have to do them all on my own." I noticed he had
finished his coffee.  "Want another cup?"

"Yeah, I do, if you don't mind. It's nice to sit someplace comfortable and
warm after all day in the truck. Company's good too." He emphasized his
last statement with a smile.

I reached for his cup.

As I took it and got up, he asked me, "Would you mind if I opened my shirt
and let the fire bake my chest a little while? I'm afraid I got chilled
enough to catch a cold.  Maybe I could head it off."

"No problem." Then I got my nerve up to say what I was thinking. "Take all
your clothes off if you want to. Won't bother me." I could feel a hardon
starting and I was trying to will it to go down.

"Yeah, I don't guess it would. Maybe another time. I think the shirt'll do
it for right now. I just want the heat to get to my chest."

I practically ran into the kitchen, making it just before my rising hardon
slapped against my belly.  His "maybe another time" was ringing in my
ears. I poured him another cup of coffee, adding the spoonful of
sugar. Because I couldn't think of anything else to do about it, I got an
ice cube and held it against my hard dick until it softened. I was so
afraid the hardon would come back that I held the cube against my dick
until it shriveled to its smallest state. Only then did I dare go back into
the great room.

Phil had moved to the floor. He was sitting with his back against the front
of the sofa. He had opened his belt and the button on his pants. The fly
was about half-way down. He had pulled his shirt out of his pants and
spread it wide, letting the fire bake his chest as he wanted but also
showing me his nicely muscled chest covered with blond. The hair, curly
like the hair on his arms, reached from side to side on his upper chest,
but narrowed and became straight on his belly, covering perhaps a third of
its width. It continued past his navel, which was above the waistband of
his white briefs, and then disappeared into the briefs. His nipples, dark
brown, showed through the curly hair.

I handed him his coffee, saying, "Taste it and see if it's alright."

After tasting it, he said, "Yep, perfect." He smiled up at me.

I grabbed a pillow and settled on the floor to the side of the
fireplace. It was putting out too much heat for me to be any nearer to it
than the sofa, but Phil seemed to be enjoying it. He tilted his head back
onto the sofa seat and closed his eyes.

I was desperate for something to say. I came up with, "Does the heat feel
good?"

Without moving his head or opening his eyes, he replied, "Terrific!"

He seemed so comfortable I almost felt I was bothering him by talking, but
I was too nervous to keep quiet.

"You like working for UPS?"

"Yeah, it's a pretty good company to work for. Some days are real long, but
others are better."

"I guess you drive a long way every day."

"Yeah, a lot more here than when I was back in the city."

"You just move here when you started delivering to us?"

"Yeah, I decided I had enough of living in the city. They had an opening
for a driver here. It's worked out great."

He hadn't moved his head or opened his eyes as he spoke. I wondered if he
would go to sleep if I stopped talking. I decided to see.

After a few minutes he jerked his head up suddenly. "Almost went to sleep
on you there. Sorry 'bout that! Must be the heat." He took a large swallow
of his coffee.

"No problem. Go ahead if you want. I'll wake you in a little while."

"Thanks. But it's probably time for me to head on home." He finished his
coffee, stood up, and ran his hand over his chest. "Good and warm now. I
wouldn't be surprised if you saved me from a cold letting me sit in front
of the fire like this."

"Any time. We keep one going all winter."

"I might take you up on it again then. Thanks." He buttoned his shirt and
tucked it into his pants, buttoning them, pulling up his zipper, and
closing his belt.

Since I was sure he was leaving, I stood up as well. I picked up his jacket
and held it for him to put on. He thanked me with a smile. I followed him
into the kitchen.

At the door, he held out his hand and said, "Thanks again."

This time I knew what was happening. I took his hand and shook it. "Glad
you could come in. I hope you'll do it again when you're not in a big
hurry."

"Thanks, I will."

I closed the door behind him and ran up the stairs to my computer. I
thought I had just enough time to email Ted before Del got there and I
wanted to tell him what had happened. I was just clicking on "send" when I
heard Del open the front door and yell, "Honey, I'm home." I came down the
stairs with the hardon I had gotten as I was telling Ted all the details of
Phil's visit..

"Now ain't that a pretty sight!" he said, coming to the bottom of the
stairway, kneeling on the bottom step, and sucking my dick into his
mouth. He sucked it for a minute and then stood up and said, "Great way to
say hello. I brought pizza and beer. I thought we ought to start off this
babysitting thing with a special supper."

He hadn't even finished speaking before I was opening his belt. In less
than a minute I had his pants and shorts around his ankles and I was on my
knees sucking his dick, which finished getting hard in my mouth.

"That's an even better way to say hello. Lemme put this stuff down before I
drop it."

I deep throated his dick one more time before I let it drop from my mouth.

"Gimme, I'll put it in the kitchen while you finish getting undressed." I
took the pizza and the six-pack from him as I spoke.

"Bring me back one of them beers."

"'K."

When I returned, he was naked and sitting on the floor in front of the
fireplace in almost the same place Phil had been sitting. I handed him his
beer. I decided to wait and have mine when we ate.

Before I could move away from him, he put his hand on my leg and said,
"Stay there a minute. I want to show you something."

I stood still as he took two swigs of his beer. He pulled me toward him and
took my half-hard dick into his mouth. I discovered he hadn't swallowed the
second swig, which was still cold enough to give me quite a shock. But I
also felt the carbonation work on the skin of my dick, tickling it with a
million tiny bubbles. He began rubbing the underside of my dick with his
tongue.

"That feels wild!" I told him.

He looked up at me but kept my dick in his mouth. I felt my hardon return
as the beer warmed up from contact with both the inside of his mouth and
the skin of my dick. The carbonation died away but Del kept rubbing his
tongue against the back of my dick, especially the bundle of skin behind
the head. Since I was already heated up from thinking about Phil and seeing
his chest, I began to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm.

"You keep doing that I'm gonna cum," I told him.

I felt him swallow, emptying his mouth of the beer but keeping hold of my
dick. He began rubbing his tongue even harder against it. I gave in to the
feeling. In a minute or two I was filling his mouth with cum. He kept
licking until my dick began to shrink. After he let my dick slide out of
his mouth, he swallowed.

"Thanks, that was great!"

"Just wanted to take the edge off. You'll be able to fuck longer that way."

He rinsed my cum down with another swig from his beer.

I plopped down beside him to watch the fire and, in response to his
questions, gave him all the news from Ted.

I asked him, "How come you don't do email? You and Ted could write to each
other too."

"I'm not much into computers. And I'm not into writing at all. My worst
subject in school. It usta make the teachers just shake their heads when
they looked at what I wrote." He finished his beer in a couple of
swigs. "Let's eat!"

I had put the pizza into the oven, so it was already hot. We divided it up,
grabbed a beer for each of us and an extra for Del, and settled in front of
the fire again. It had died down enough by this time that it was quite
comfortable to sit fairly close to it. Within a quarter of an hour the
pizza was gone and Del was a long way into his second beer.

Since I had finished mine, I moved around on the floor until my head was in
Del's lap. I lifted up his soft dick and took it into my mouth, pressing my
lips tightly against his pubic hair and licking the head of his dick gently
with my tongue. Del slid down a little to make it easier for me to reach
him.

As his dick got hard in my mouth, he continued to drink his beer. After a
minute or two he began to rub the back of my head, not pushing against it
but only as a kind of caress. I was thinking ahead to fucking him, so my
dick was very hard.

When he had finished his beer, he slid down so he was lying on the floor on
his back. I took hold of his thighs just above his knees and lifted them so
his knees were pointing at the ceiling. This raised his balls enough that I
could reach them easily. I moved from sucking his dick to licking his
balls. They were loose enough that I could suck each one into my mouth and
tease it with tongue. There had only the faintest salty taste, which I was
glad of. I had wondered if he was going to come straight from work or if he
would shower first. I wanted to rim him, but I wasn't going to do it unless
he was clean.

>From his balls I moved my mouth onto his perineum, licking and sucking at
the base of his balls.  I pushed against his thighs until they were back
against his chest. He took hold of them and spread them wide, giving me
complete access to his asshole. I followed the seam line in his perineum
from his balls to his asshole with my tongue, but I circled his hole rather
than touching it. I meant to tease him for a while first.

I licked a sunburst pattern around his asshole, never touching the hole
itself. I was nearly three- quarters finished when he said, "Man, you're
killing me! I'm dying for you to touch it!" The pucker of his asshole was
actually opening slightly and closing. I ignored it and completed the
sunburst. Then I licked him straight across the asshole.

He moaned when I did it, pulling his legs even tighter against his chest
and lifting his butt higher off of the floor. I took the hint and kept
working on his asshole with my tongue, drooling spit onto it to make it
wet. I noticed a line of wetness from the excess accumulated on his asshole
was running slowly down the slight indentation of his spread crack towards
the floor. I knew it must be tickling him as it crept along. I also began
trailing my finger lightly along his perineum, around his balls, and up the
back side of his dick. He was dripping precum onto his belly, so I gathered
it onto my finger and rubbed it onto his balls.

After ten minutes or so, he said, "I'm really ready. I need something
inside of me."

I had brought the lube and several rubbers downstairs when I got home from
school. I reached under the edge of the sofa and retrieved them. I squeezed
a dab of lube onto my finger and touched it to his asshole, rubbing it in a
circle. His hole seemed to open slightly, so I pushed my fingertip against
it. It slid straight in, eliciting a moan from Del. The moan was followed
by a sigh as I pulled it back out.

Since the one finger had gone in so easily, I lined up two fingers,
squeezed lube all over them, and pressed the tips against his asshole. As I
applied more and more pressure without making any progress, I began to
worry that I was going too fast. I lessened the pressure only to have Del
tell me, "No! Keep pushing!". When I did, my fingers moved inside, squeezed
tight by his sphincter ring. I continued to push until they were in as far
as they would go. Then I twisted them slowly. Del commented on what I was
doing with a series of grunts, moans, and sighs.

When I felt that his asshole had loosened a little around my fingers, I
withdrew them and started to lube up three.

Del saw what I was doing. He told me, "I can take you with just two
fingers.  Put your dick in me now!"

I opened one of the packages of rubbers, unrolled it slightly, and squeezed
a drop of lube inside.  Then I sat the ring on the tip of my dick, pinched
half an inch to leave a reservoir at the end, and unrolled the ring down my
dick. It felt so good that I would have been half way to an orgasm by the
time the ring reached my pubic hair if I had given in to it. Lastly I
covered the outside of the rubber with lube.

Del hand turned over onto his knees. His shoulders and head were on the
floor. His butt was pointing up, giving me a clear shot at his asshole. I
decided I needed to know where his prostate was since I hadn't felt it
while I was stretching his ring, so I slid a finger into him and began to
feel around for it. Just as I found it, Del said, "Put your dick in me, not
your finger."

"I was trying to find your prostate so I'd know where to rub it with my
dick," I told him.

"Your dick'll never hit it with me like this. I have to be on my back. We
gotta start this way to stretch me out some more. Damn that feels good! Put
your dick in me now!"

As he was talking, I was tracing the oval shape of his prostate where it
caused a slight bulge in the wall of his colon. He was clearly enjoying the
pressure of my finger. I slid my finger out, got on my knees, and inched my
way closer to his butt as I held my dick so the head was pointed at his
asshole. His hole was shiny from the lube and open just a little in the
center, a small oval bullseye that was my target. He moaned when my dick
head made contact. I began to push slowly, afraid of hurting him and trying
to be careful not to.

Within a few seconds, Del told me, "You have to push harder or it'll never
go in."

I applied more and more pressure with my hips. Suddenly the head of my dick
disappeared inside of him followed by the first inch of my shaft. I was
instantly afraid that I had gone too fast and was getting ready to pull
back.

Del, however, didn't think so. "Don't stop now! Don't take it out! Push it
in!"

I pushed, watching my dick slide into him until my whole dick was in him
and my pubic hair was pressed against his butt. The ring of the rubber
around the base of my dick was all that indicated where he stopped and I
started. The feeling as my dick slid through his sphincter ring was like
the feeling of a rubber rolling down it, but tighter and more intense.

"Now hold it there just a few seconds and then slide it out just the same
way. But don't take the head out."

I did as I was told, savoring the feel as my shaft slid back through his
tight ring and anticipating what it would feel like when the flare of the
head made contact with that ring and was prevented from going through.

When only the head remained inside him, he told me, "Now slide it in and
out just the same way.  Wait a few seconds when you're all the way in
before you start pulling it out. Then wait a few seconds before you start
pushing it back in."

A quick learner, I did as I was told. Without Ted to give me directions, I
was aware that it was up to me to make it work. I was thoroughly enjoying
the feel of his muscle ring gripping my shaft. I knew what it felt like to
have that muscle rubbed when Ted used his finger on my asshole, so I
guessed that Del was enjoying the friction of my shaft against that ring
from his side. I was also aware that the head of my dick was surrounded by
heat but receiving little other stimulation. That combined with Del sucking
me off "to take the edge off" meant that I was in no danger of cumming too
soon.

After about a half a dozen repeats, Del said, "Im ready now. Pull it out."

When the head passed through his sphincter, there was an audible "pop". I
looked at my dick, now covered by a loosely-fitting, wrinkled rubber. I
wondered if I needed to lube it again, and thinking that too much was
better than too little, I rubbed more lube on it while Del was turning
over.

Del rolled over onto his back, grabbed his legs behind the knees, and
pulled them up against his chest, lifting his butt off of the floor. "I'm
ready," he told me.

I looked at his asshole, now a shiny brown ring surrounding an oval which
was more open that it had been before I put my dick in him. "I have to feel
where your prostate is so I know what I'm trying to hit," I told him.

He didn't reply as I slid my finger into him. I had no trouble locating his
prostate on my own and tracing its outline. Del moaned as I ran my finger
around it. When I pulled my finger out of his asshole, I tried to estimate
how far in him it had been and then decide how much of my dick would have
to go into him to have the head at the same depth. When I thought I had it
figured out, I wrapped my lube-covered hand around his dick and gave it a
few strokes. I planned to jerk him off at the same time as I fucked him.

Releasing his dick, I crawled on my knees until my dick head was in the
oval opening of his asshole.

"Slide it straight in," he told me.

And in it went until my pubic hair was mashed against his perineum. His
balls hung so loose that they seemed to be laying in his pubic hair on
opposite sides of his dick.

"Yes!" he said.

I pulled back out until only the head was in and then slid back in slowly
until I reached the depth where I thought his prostate began. I was
watching his face and looking for any body movement that told me I had
found it as I moved my dick back and forth slowly at that depth. But I knew
even without seeing signs from him that I was not hitting it because I
could feel no friction against the head of my dick.

I grabbed both cheeks of his butt and started moving it around as I slid my
dick back and forth through that little distance that I knew contained his
special spot. I was also thinking about it, trying to reason out how I
might hit it. I finally realized that Ted's dick curved upward slightly and
mine was straight, so I raised his butt up higher and instantly made
contact with it.

"Oh yes!" Del said at the same time.

>From there on I never lost contact with it. I moved my dick just enough to
keep the head rubbing back and forth across his prostate. He moaned
continuously.

When I felt confident enough that I wouldn't lose it, I let go of his butt
with one hand and wrapped it around his dick, beginning to jerk it.

"Don't!" he said immediately. "I'll cum! I can't stand that! Rub my nipples
instead."

I released his dick and moved my hand to his nipples, rubbing and even
lightly pinching first one and then the other. Del continued to moan.

After a few minutes, Del said, "You can go to longer strokes now. It'll
make it last longer for me if you don't rub it all the time."

I pulled my dick further back toward the sphincter and then buried it to
the hilt. I could see from Del's face that I made contact with his prostate
as I crossed it. I also felt it as friction against the top of my dick
head. As the last of my shaft passed through his muscle ring, I felt
friction against the back side of my dick head where it made contact with
the colon wall and the organs against it deep inside of Del. I set up a
rhythm that kept it all happening over and over, feeling myself build
toward an orgasm and seeing from the growing tension of Del's body that he
was as well.

When I thought I couldn't last much longer, I changed to the short strokes
again to give maximum stimulation to Del's prostate. He bent his head back
and opened his mouth when I began the short strokes. I knew he had to be
close, so I decided to send him over. I wrapped my hand around his dick and
began to stroke it. He came two strokes later, shooting cum all the way up
to his face. He made a loud, inarticulate sound as each shot of cum left
his dick. With each shot his muscle ring contracted around the shaft of my
dick, increasing my pleasure too.

I kept up the short strokes until the cum had gone from shooting to oozing
out of his dick. Then I began long deep strokes to finish myself off. It
took longer than I expected, building more slowly than it did when I was
being sucked off. When I came, I lost all control of myself. I know I
rammed my crotch against Del's asshole, shoving my dick in hard with each
shot. It was like I was trying to get inside of him.

When it was over, I dropped onto his chest. I was panting heavily, but he
had gotten his breath back by then. I felt his arms and legs go around me
as he hugged me against him. Then I felt his hand on my chin, lifting up my
head to kiss him. His cum was a line across his lips that went into our
mouths as we kissed. He licked more off with his tongue and slid it into my
mouth as he kissed me again. I did the same, getting more from farther away
on his face with my tongue and sharing it with him.

I felt my dick slide out of his hole as it softened.

"Get the rubber," he told me.

I pulled it off of my dick. It slid right off. It seemed to be at least
twice as big as it had been when I put it on. I held it out to him. He took
it and turned it inside out over his middle finger, dripping cum onto his
chest. Then he licked it, getting the cum that remained. He ended up with
my cum smeared all around his mouth. I kissed him again, tasting my cum
this time too.

"That was great! So how long before you'll be ready to do it again?" he
asked.

I just laughed at him, sure he was joking. I was as used up as I had ever
been and I doubted I could do it again that night. But the truth was, I was
back inside of him in under an hour.


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