Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 08:47:22 CST From: Tim Foure Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 24 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 24 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. ___________ Chapter 24 Everyone said we'd have to pay for the mild, snowless weather we had during December and January with a cold, snowy February and March. It was the very end of February before that prediction came true, but come true it finally did. The truth took the form of a heavy snowfall in the middle of a prolonged spell of frigid weather, a very unusual combination of weather events for us. Of course schools were closed immediately, and they remained closed from the fall of the first flake until the Monday of the following week. I didn't know how long they would remain closed since closures were announced on a day-by-day basis, but when I heard the announcement for the first day, I was instantly excited. When I was younger, there was nothing more thrilling than an unexpected day off from school. This time that wasn't true. I heard the announcement on the clock radio in my bedroom which had just turned itself on to wake me. At the time I was already awake, and Del was sliding his asshole up and down my hard dick. We had had our usual three good fucks before going to sleep and were now in the midst of the morning finale. With the two different kinds of excitement going for me, I came without his having to suck me off at the end for the first time in the fifteen or so mornings Del and I had done this. Dad had left the previous day on a trip that would last through the weekend, and Del had come to babysit for me. It being the first night of the run, he had brought pizza and beer, our special dinner. After that we had followed our regular pattern, me fucking him alternating with him rimming me almost continually throughout the evening, so the first news we had of the snow came with the announcement that schools were closed. As we looked out of my bedroom window, the snowfall seemed to be fairly light and there was little accumulation. "They call off school if anybody even mentions snow," Del told me. "Yeah, but I'm still off!" I yelled, jumping around the room. "Lucky fucker. Wish I was. Take a blizzard before they'd let us off from work." We showered together, something both of us enjoyed, and ate breakfast. When Del left, the snow was falling more heavily. "I'll call you later on if it does get bad," he told me. By noon we had five inches of snow. Mom called from Atlanta to find out how bad things were. She had hoped Del would get back before there was much accumulation, but when I told her how deep the snow was, she said she thought it was unlikely Del would be able to return. "But I know you'll be alright there by yourself. Call me if you get frightened," she told me. I promised I would, thinking we were playing the same game we played when she came to inspect the imaginary pigsty of my bedroom. I knew, as she certainly must have, there would be nothing she could do if I did call. I spent most of the day surfing the net and chatting in various rooms. In the afternoon, Ted paged me. "Mom called me," he told me. "She's freakin' out about you bein' there alone." "Yeah, she called me too. But I'm fine here. She told me to call her if I got scared." "Make sure you keep the fire goin'." "I live here, you know? I keep the fire going all the time. I mean, you ever seen Dad drop a log on it?" "You remember how to get the generator goin' if the power goes out, right?" "Sure do. You just showed me." The generator had been what Mom called a "house" present that Christmas. "Listen, don't call Mom no matter what, ok?" "You think I'm crazy?" "I just tellin' you 'cause if you did, she'd start up there if she had to come on a dog sled." "I'm not a little kid any more, you know?" "Yeah, I do know. But that doesn't keep me from worryin' about you. And she'll probably call you anyhow. Just tell her stuff that'll keep her calmed down." "Don't worry about it." We were still chatting when Del called. "I just got off from work. You looked outside?" he asked. "No, it bad?" "Yeah, bad. I'm gonna have to walk home. I can't get my car moving. No way I'm gonna make it out there. You gonna be ok?" "Yeah, no problem. I'm online with Ted right now." "Tell him hi for me. I gotta try to get home. Call me you have any trouble or anything, you hear? I don't know what I could do, but you call me anyhow and let me worry about that part." "I will. Be careful walking home," I told him. I passed his greetings on to Ted. "You probably could call him if you had to. I bet he'd do somethin'," Ted told me. "I know. He's a good guy. Got a great asshole. Haha." "Like you've had that many so you could make a comparison, right?" "Hey, I know a good thing when I got my dick stuck in it!" We chatted a while longer before he got off, and shortly afterward I logged off as well. I had been online all day and was becoming bored with it. I decided to make myself a big dinner. In the middle of fixing it, Mom called again to find out how much snow we had had and to let me know she was there if I needed her. I told her everything I could think of that would keep her calm. After dinner I watched tv. At first I couldn't get reception on any channel. No knowing what else to do, I looked out the window at the satellite dish. I knew what the problem was when I saw the bottom curve of it was filled with snow. I bundled up and went out with a broom to sweep it off. I was surprised when I stepped off the porch that the snow was deeper than the top of my boots. And it was still snowing. After trudging to the dish and sweeping it off, I spent the evening curled up on the sofa in front of the fire watching movies. I had been playing with my dick off and on all evening, having finally gotten horny again after my workout with Del, so when I decided to go to bed, I was more than ready to cum. At first I thought I'd just squeeze out a dab of lube and make it last as long as I could, which probably wasn't going to be very long. But then I decided it'd be more fun to do it with someone else. A few minutes in the chat room and I was hooked up with a guy who had a son my age. He shared with me the details of a time when he had been able to watch his son jerk off and of a show he had put on in the shower another time when his son thought he didn't know he was spying on him. With a little effort, he and I managed to cum at the same time. It was still snowing the next morning when I woke up, but it stopped by the time I had made a pot of coffee. The thermometer on the porch was registering nine degrees. I was just about to turn on the shower and was looking forward to standing under the stream of hot water when Mom called. She sounded frantic, telling me there had been over a foot of snow. Thinking she didn't know the half of it, I told her, "And in some places it's drifted so it's a lot deeper." She hung up after impressing on me again I should call her if I needed her, which I promised to do. After the shower, which warmed me up considerably, I decided to put on the flannel nightshirt my grandmother had given me for Christmas. She had given one to every man in the family, and we had all made fun of her for it, calling it "old-fashioned." Never one to be put down easily, she said, "Mark my words! There'll come a day you're glad you got it!" As I felt the comforting warmth of the soft flannel slide down my body, I decided this was that day. I decided to email her to tell her. When I logged onto the net, Ted was already paging me. The snow had arrived there and he was out of school as well. I looked out of the window and was surprised to see it snowing again, but it turned out to be a shower that passed in a few minutes. We chatted for a good part of the morning, mostly about the problems Charlie was having with Cheryl, who had spent the night with him, and what he and Brian had done the night before. He told me he had slid his lubed finger into Brian's asshole while he was sucking his dick and discovered Brian also had a very reactive prostate. After they came, Brian told him about the first time his brother Mike had fucked him, something he'd never mentioned before even though he had told Ted a lot of the details of their relationship. Ted in turn told Brian about the first time he had fucked Del. This led to Ted fucking Brian before they went to sleep. Near noon Ted decided he wanted to brave the snow to get some food, so we both logged off. Lunch sounded like a good idea to me too. I went to the kitchen thinking about soup. I was heating some on the stove and making a sandwich when my attention was caught by something dark appearing suddenly against the white landscape by the road. I walked into the great room to get a better look. It was the UPS truck coming slowly up our driveway. I realized all of a sudden I had been feeling lonesome, and I was very glad to see someone was coming. I decided to see if I could get Phil to stay for lunch. Phil pulled up in front of the garage and came to the kitchen door as he usually did. I pulled the door open just as he got to it and he came straight in, kicking quite a bit of snow ahead of him. I closed the door and danced around the snow on my toes as I went for a mop. It melted quickly on the warm floor. "Sorry about that," Phil told me. "No problem. Boy am I glad to see you!" "You needed this package right away?" he asked in a voice which suggested he didn't think so. "No! I been here my myself since yesterday morning. You got to stay and have lunch with me. I'm heating some soup. I'll make us some sandwiches." "It'll take me an hour to get out of all these clothes. I'm already dying from the heat in here." I noticed as he said it that he was wearing a fur-lined hat with fuzzy ear flaps and a big bulky coat which wasn't closed over his chest. Under that he had on his UPS uniform, but it seemed to be stretched tight over his body rather than hanging loosely as it usually did. He actually looked fat. He was also wearing laced-up boots and gloves. "Whatcha mean? Your coat isn't even zipped up." "I got two sets of long underwear under my uniform." "Two sets?" I asked as if I couldn't imagine such a thing. Actually, I couldn't. One was usually killer hot. "Hey, I get cold easy!" he said with a half-embarrassed smile. "But I can't stay. I got to get back before it gets too late or they'll come looking for me. Sign that thing, will you?" he asked, pointing at the gizmo. "You need anything from town? I can come by sometime tomorrow. Don't know what time though." In truth, the only thing I needed was for him to return. "Milk. I need some milk. And some orange juice too." The lie came easily to my lips. "Here, I'll give you the money," I said as I headed for the tea canister. "No problem," he said as he pulled on his hat. Then he picked up his signature box and left. I was more lonesome after Phil left than I had been before he came. Mom called a short time later, catching me still in that mood. I snapped out of it quickly when I realized she was making noises about getting someone to come rescue me. It took me almost half an hour to calm her down. I thought I had done a good job of it until ten minutes later when the phone rang again and I found myself trying to explain to Ted what I had said that upset Mom so much. She told him she wanted to rent a four-wheel drive vehicle and strike out from Atlanta for the dream house. I explained as best I could. "You got to be more careful, Sport. You think she won't come up there and drag you back to Atlanta with her, blizzard or no blizzard, you got another think coming. You're her baby." "She's not really gonna come up here, is she?" I asked, appalled at the thought. "I'm supposed to call her back. She called me soon as she got off the phone with you. Lucky I was here or she'd be on her way. She said she knew you'd tell me the truth. I'm supposed to call her back and tell her whether there's really a problem there." "There's no problem. The snow's over. The power's still on. Everything's fine. I was just lonesome for a minute. I'm fine. Really! Don't let her come up here!" "Ok, I think I can talk her out of it. Just be careful. You got to learn to manage her like you do Dad." I told him I'd meet him online later. The seriousness of the situation I'd created with Mom was brought home to me by the fact Ted had called me on the telephone. He never used the telephone, preferring to communicate online. I was hoping he could keep Mom in Atlanta. I loved her, but I didn't want to be snowed in with her for days and days. She'd drive us both crazy. There was a short email from Ted about a half-hour after I got online telling me Mom wasn't coming and I owed him. About three I decided I wanted chili for supper, so I made a big pot. I was just finishing that when Del called to see if I was alright. "Nothing's moving in town. They've just plowed one street, the one that goes out to the interstate. Looks like white walls on the sides where the plow shoved the snow. Everything's closed. I didn't even have to go to work. Sorry I can't get out there." "I wish you could too," I told him, actually of two minds on the subject since I could just imagine what it would be like to have his voracious asshole and wiggling tongue here twenty-four hours a day. I could picture the headline on the tabloid at the grocery store, "Teen-age sex slave dies during blizzard." No sooner did he hang up than Mom called. I gave her my best Little Mary Sunshine routine, convincing her I was safe, warm, and well-fed. At her insistence, I promised to call her if I had any trouble or even if I got lonesome again. I hung up thinking, "In a pig's eye!" Holding the phone to my mouth through the two conversations brought home to me the fact that I had chopped quite a few onions for the chili. My hands now stank of them. We had a gadget to remove the smell that looked like a little metal bar of soap. The smell disappeared instantly as you rubbed it over your wet hands. Ted and I, unable to figure out how it worked, had labeled it magic. But even with the smell erased, I felt dirty, so I took a shower. Afterwards it felt cold in the house even though the thermometer said it wasn't. I hunted up my bathrobe, something I never wore. Wrapped in the robe, I sat on the sofa and watched the news. The weather report didn't suggest the snow would be melting any time soon. I was at loose ends after that, so I decided to dig into the chili. I was just getting up from the sofa to get a bowl when the headlights of a car coming up the driveway shined on the wall beside the fireplace. For a brief moment I was afraid Mom had actually come, but I realized it couldn't possibly be her. I walked to the window and saw a two-door red Explorer swing around the house and stop beside the kitchen door. Even though I'd never seen the car before, I knew immediately it had to be Phil's. I ran to the kitchen, opening the door just as he reached it. He shuffled in carrying a bag and pushing a small snowdrift ahead of him. "I got to thinking you might be out of milk and juice already," he told me. "That's great!" I said, not even listening but taking the bag from him and putting it on the counter. "I've got this big pot of chili. You got to stay and help me eat it." "Sounds good to me. Can you give me a hand with my boots?" He pulled off his gloves as he was speaking and started shaking his coat down his arms. I got on my knees and began to unlace his boots. "Pull," I told him as I held his left boot down. When I had his boots off, I reached up and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and started tugging his pants down over the long underwear. Even though I couldn't see anything except more cloth, my dick got hard in an instant from the idea of what I was doing. "There's nothing moving anywhere. It's a real mess out there," he said, his speech muffled as he pulled an undershirt over his head. He was still wearing another. He leaned against the counter so he could step out of the legs of his pants as I pulled them over his feet. He pushed down the waistband of one pair of his long underpants and I pulled them down as he took off his other undershirt. His socks were half off by this time so I pulled them off too. I had started pulling down his other pair of long underpants and was just about to unveil his dick when he pulled them back up and said, "Uh, guess I better keep those on." "Ok," I said. "No problem either way." "To tell you the truth, I been dying to get out of these clothes. I'll never wear two pair of long underwear again as long as I live. I feel like every hair on my body is being pulled. Can I use the bathroom? I haven't even been able to pee but once all day. You want fun, try lining up three flies so you can pull your dick through them." "Sure, help yourself," I told him, thinking it might be fun to try fishing his dick out for him. "You know what I'd really like? Could I take a shower? That's the only thing's gonna make me feel human again." "There's clean towels in the bathroom. Go ahead." "And can I borrow something to wear? I hate to even think about putting those long johns back on right away." "Whatcha want? You don't have to wear anything if you don't want to. I guess everything I got is too small. Ted's stuff might fit you but he's got it all with him at college. Dad's a lot bigger than you. Around the middle anyhow. He's got a bathrobe but it's kinda beat up." "How about just a pair of shorts? Even a pair of boxers if he's got 'em. Right now the less I have touching my skin, the better. I mean it. I really do feel like something's been pulling all this hair all day long." He ran his hand down his arm to emphasize how much hair he had. "Yeah, that's easy. I'll get 'em." I scooped up the snow he had kicked in and dumped it in the sink. I wiped up the remaining water with the mop and put the stuff he had brought into the refrigerator. As I went to get a pair of Dad's boxers for him, I decided to switch to boxers myself. That's when I realized my robe was open. There was no telling how long it had been that way and I hadn't even noticed it. It made me think I should just go naked, but instead I put on a pair of my own boxers and got him a pair of Dad's. He was standing in the bathroom with the door open when I got back to the kitchen. He had a towel around his waist and was drying his hair with another one. There was a lump showing on the towel where his dick had to be. "There's a hair dryer under the sink," I told him as I hung the boxers on the doorknob. "Thanks. I just want to get it damp dry. It'll dry fine on its own. If I use a dryer, it curls up tight." I stood there and watched him, not knowing what else to do or say. He turned his back to me and dropped the towel before he pulled on the boxers. His butt was rounded with a deep crack. Both cheeks were covered with the same curly blond hair that was on his arms and legs. It stopped just below his waist as if he was wearing a pair of pants. It curled out of his crack too, filling it. His back was smooth and silky looking. I was immediately sorry I had changed clothing since my dick stood straight up at the sight of his butt and was showing clearly in my boxers. When he turned around, I thought he was looking at me. I was acutely aware of my hardon and wondered what he was thinking. After a few seconds I realized he was holding the boxers by the waistband, moving them up and down to show me how loose they were. He had probably noticed my hardon, but he certainly wasn't staring at it. "Gee, I'm sorry! Will they fall off if you just let them go?" I was hoping they would. "Dunno. Let's see." He let them go. They stopped at the widest part of his hips, revealing the treasure trail from his navel to where it just began to widen out into his pubic bush. "Want something to tie around them?" "No, thanks. Actually they feel great loose like this. Just the opposite of those long johns. I felt like those things were trying to squeeze me to death towards the end there. I'll just have to be sure these stay at half mast and don't fall the rest of the way down. I really feel great now. The shower did the trick." "Thanks for the milk and juice. You really didn't have to bring it all the way back out here. But I'm glad you did." "I found one store that was open. I was going to bring it tomorrow and then I decided I didn't have anything else to do so I just drove on out here. I didn't mean to invite myself for supper though." "Hey, that's ok! I'm really glad you're here! There's plenty." I pointed to the pot simmering on the stove. "Smells great!" "Hey, I just thought of something. You want a beer?" Del had brought a case instead of a six- pack since he had expected to be here five nights. "I don't want to drink up your Dad's beer." "You won't. I mean it's not his. I had a guy who was supposed to be staying with me at night who brought it. But he couldn't get out here. He won't care. I can just buy him some more." "Well, if you're sure. I'd love one, to tell the truth." I started to get us both one but then switched mine for a soda at the last minute just in case he had a problem drinking with me because of my age. And I didn't really want one anyhow. Phil walked into the great room holding the beer in one hand and the waistband of the shorts with his other. The waistband cut diagonally across his butt, revealing a cleavage of butt crack filled with curly blond hair. Since I had a perfect view as I followed him into the great room, there seemed little chance my inconvenient hardon was going to go away any time soon. In a few minutes we were both settled on the floor in front of the fire cozy as could be. Phil sat back against the sofa and bent his knees, placing his feet flat on the floor. He had one arm resting on each knee. Since I had given him the silkiest pair of boxers my Dad owned, they had slid up his legs and almost looked like a puddle of cloth in his lap. We sat without speaking for a few minutes, staring into the fire. Phil took a periodic swallow from his beer and I did the same with my soda. When he had finished most of the beer, he looked at me and said, "I don't mind telling you, this is a whole lot better way of spending this evening than what I had to look forward to at home. Thanks again for asking me to stay." "Thanks for staying. Now I got company and somebody to eat supper with. That's a lot better than being here by myself." He smiled. "Looks like we both come out ahead in this deal then, huh?" Smiling back, I replied, "Sure does. You want another beer? You ready to eat?" He swigged down the last of the beer and said, "Yeah, let's do it." As he stood up, the waistband of the shorts pulled half way down his butt, revealing a lot of crack. I stared. It disappeared when he got on his feet and gathered the loose cloth between his fingers, keeping the waistband at his own waist all the way around. The result was the silky material outlined first one cheek of his butt and then the other as he walked ahead of me. My hardon, which had finally begun to deflate, stood up again at first sight of his crack. I decided it was probably going to be with me for the rest of the evening and I had better get over thinking about it. I let Phil dish out the chili while I emptied a bag of tortilla chips into a large bowl. It wasn't until I had opened his beer and my soda and grabbed some napkins that I realized getting it all to the great room in one trip presented a logistical problem. He saw it too, offering a solution immediately. He stuck a spoon in each bowl of chili and said, "You carry your chili, the napkins, and the chips. I can handle my chili and the drinks." Since that left him with no hands to hold up the boxers, I made sure he went first. They might have stopped sliding down at the half mast point when he was standing still, but they were clearly not stopping there as he walked. By the time he got to the sofa, most of his butt was showing and I was willing to bet the only reason they were staying up at all was the waistband in the front was caught on his dick. They started sliding down his legs as he bent over to put the drinks and his chili on the floor, giving me a full moon view. He pulled them back up as he stood up and held them as he settled crosslegged on the floor. Much as I hated to do it, I asked him, "You sure you don't want something to tie them up with?" "Nah, thanks." He smiled. "I'm beginning to think of them as a challenge." We both laughed a little over that and then dug into the chili. I brought him another beer on my way back from taking the dishes into the kitchen. He was standing by the largest canvas in the great room. He took the beer, saying, "This'll have to be my last. If the weather was good, it'd be no problem. But I don't want to chance driving with a buzz in this snow. Your dad paint all these?" He included the half dozen paintings in the room into his question with a sweep of his arm. "Yeah. These are the ones he wanted to keep. You want a cup of coffee?" "No. Not yet anyhow. I'm real mellow now. I don't want to ruin it." Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he looked at me and asked, "That is, if it's ok for me to stay a while longer." "Sure is. You can stay all night if you want. There's plenty of room." He smiled by way of an answer. But I was aware of the fact that he hadn't said no. It was hardon city for me again. I sat on the floor in front of the sofa watching him progress around the room as he walked from canvas to canvas, . When he was facing me, I could see the almost bodiless material of the boxers cling to his dick, suggesting its shape by outlining first one side and then the other. As he walked away from me, they did the same thing to the cheeks of his ass. I got another front view as he walked to the fire and sat down beside me. "I don't know much about art. No, truth is, I don't know anything about art. But I really like all these paintings." I laughed. "Why's that funny?" He looked slightly defensive, as if perhaps he wasn't going to like what I was going to say. "Dad says when most people start off, 'I don't know much about art,' they're usually getting ready to tell you they know what they like and they don't like your stuff. He'd love to hear you say what you did." His face lit up as he smiled. "That's a relief. I was afraid I said something really stupid." "Hey, I don't know anything about art either. I just live here." "You or your brother neither one going to be an artist like your dad?" "Doesn't look like it. We don't like to draw or any of that." "That bother your dad?" "No. Far as I can tell, nothing bothers my dad." "Any more paintings I could look at?" "Yeah, he's got a lot in his studio. He's preparing for a show in the spring. And there are some in the other rooms." We got up and I led him around, showing him the ones in my parents' bedroom and then taking him into Dad's studio. I hadn't actually seen the ones in the studio before. I knew from overhearing Mom talking during Christmas that Ted and I were the models for most of them. There was one Mom said Dad could exhibit at his show, but she wanted it afterward. I spotted it right away. It showed Ted and me asleep, me cuddled into him. It wasn't a position we ever got into, even at night in bed. We were nude, but our crotches weren't visible. You could really tell it was us, though. A lot of the others you couldn't. Or at least I couldn't. "Most of these are you and your brother," Phil said after looking at them. "Did you model for them?" "Yeah, they're us. But we didn't model. Dad doesn't use models. He started drawing us this one night when we were watching tv. For weeks every time we looked up, he was staring at us and drawing on his sketch pad. Then all of a sudden he stopped." "I guess with the two of you going around naked, he had plenty of chances. Or doesn't your brother do that?" "No, he does. Even more than me." "Hard to believe it could be more than you. All the times I saw you this summer you never had any clothes on." "Yeah, I like not wearing anything." "Then how come you're wearing those now?" He pointed to my boxers. "I dunno. I just thought I'd do what you wanted to do when you said you wanted a pair of Dad's boxers." I thought but didn't say I had wanted him to be comfortable. Mom would have been proud her efforts to instill a sense of hospitality into me had worked, at least to that extent. "Thanks. But you don't have to on my account. And big as these boxers are, any minute now I'm not going to be wearing anything myself." "You don't have to anyhow." "I know." >From the studio, I led him upstairs. Ted and I each had one canvas in our rooms that I showed him. Dad had let us pick them and told us if we ever wanted something new more than what we had, we could trade them in. I had had the same one for years, but Ted had traded his in regularly. I don't know if it was because he liked the new ones more or because Dad's work was becoming progressively more valuable. >From the canvas his attention went to the computer. I had stayed online in the afternoon when I went down to make the chili and had never logged off. "Could you show me about the net?" Phil asked as he walked over to the computer. "Sure." I went to sit down. As I explained to Phil about email, I showed him the mail that was waiting for me. I picked one that wasn't likely to have anything about sex in it. I wrote a short reply to it and sent it. "How do you meet people?" he asked. "Like these people who're writing to you? I mean, that guy you just wrote back to, he was in Scotland, right?" "Yeah, he was." I was actually worrying about how to show him a chat room because every one I visited regularly was gay. I looked through my bookmarks and found one I hadn't visited in a long time. It wasn't gay, but it had been where I met the guy who gave me the address of my first gay chat room. So I went to the site and explained how chat rooms worked. By this time, Phil was squatting beside the chair to bring his head level with the screen. He was supporting himself with an arm across the back of my chair. His hand was on my shoulder. I had felt it as he put it there but made no sign I did since I enjoyed the feel of it and didn't want him to take it away. I had been chatting for just a few minutes when Ted paged me. I explained to Phil what it was and then responded. "Hi, Sport, how's the weather?" "Cold. How's it there?" "Cold, but it'll warm up later. Cheryl's staying over." I was afraid of what he might say next since the point of the comment was Brian would be in his room tonight and he would almost certainly be in Brian, so I replied immediately, "Phil's here. He came back to bring me some milk. I was out." I added the lie for Phil's benefit. "Oh. Tell him hi for me." "Tell him hi too," Phil said. I wanted Ted to know Phil could see the screen. "He saw it. He's right here. He says hi too." Ted wrote, "Thanks for helping out my brother like that. I owe you one." "Tell him I was glad to do it." I typed as instructed. Ted responded, "I'll let you go now. They called off classes for tomorrow already. I know you won't have school. Look for me when you wake up, ok? I'll log on when I do and keep an ear out for the beep." "I'll do it. Night." "Night," Ted wrote, breaking the connection. "Cheryl your brother's girlfriend?" Phil asked. I explained the situation, leaving out what Ted and Brian would be doing later on. "Too bad. When he said that about it warming up, I thought he meant with her." "Yeah, but that's not the way it is." I told the guy I had been chatting with what happened because he had asked several times if I was still there. I told him I had a friend there who was new to chat and I wanted to put him on. "So let's swap. Can you type?" I asked Phil. "Yeah. I'm not too bad. Thanks." As he spoke, he stood up. The boxers slid straight down his legs. His dick was just below eye level for me. I stared straight at it. It was soft, of course, about three inches long, slightly thicker than Ted's when he wasn't hard, and uncut with the head fully inside the foreskin, the first uncut dick I had ever seen in the flesh. The base was surrounded by a nest of curly blond hair. His balls, proportionally sized to his dick, hung beneath, loose in their pouch which was covered with curly blond hair as well. My dick, which had finally shrunk to normal size as I became involved in the computer, shot back up to full length. Phil stepped out of the shorts and bent over to pick them up. "I think it's time to give up on these. You mind?" Mind? I was delighted! "No, that's cool," I said as I stood up, trying to be nonchalant about it. Phil sat and took over the keyboard. He was a slow but accurate typist. Soon he had several chats going at the same time. I tried squatting as he had done, holding onto his shoulder for support, but the position was uncomfortable for me. I hauled the desk chair from Ted's room and put it beside mine, close enough so the chairs were touching. My hardon was down to half staff, so I took a deep breath, took off my boxers, and slid onto the chair beside Phil. He looked down as I did. Then he looked into my face and smiled. "Finally decided to get comfortable, huh?" "Yeah, wasn't much point to wearing them in the first place. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before." "True. Now we're even." He went back to his chats. I was trying to pay attention to the chats too. He had told each guy there were two of us here, and all of them began to include me in the chats. At first, Phil tried typing my responses, but after a few interchanges, he slid the keyboard toward me and told me to reply for myself. To do it I had to lean half in front of him. I was aware of the hair on his leg touching mine as mine pressed against his. I could feel my shoulder rubbing against the hair on his chest as I typed, and I felt his arm go across my back and his hand cup my shoulder, pulling me over so I could reach the keyboard more easily. From time to time I felt his thumb rub lightly back and forth along my collar bone or the side of my neck. My own elbow was in almost constant contact with his belly. There was a definite stirring in my crotch which I tried to keep from turning into a full-fledged hardon and with some success. After I had met everyone, they began to talk to Phil again as well. I shoved the keyboard back to him, but he told me to reply for both of us since I typed so much faster. He began pointing to the window as he told me what to type for him to each guy. That caused him to lean into me even more and the back of my arm and my elbow to press harder against his chest and belly. I tried not to keep looking down at his dick, but without much success. His legs were pressed together, one ball visible in the crack with the other apparently caught between them. His soft dick was lying on the ball and pointing straight down toward his knees. The look of the foreskin fascinated me. Finally the guys we were talking to started leaving and we declined invitations to join any more chats. As I closed the last window and exited the room, Phil said, "That's not the time, is it?" He was pointing to the time in the bottom corner of the screen. It read 9.22 PM. "Yeah, it is." "I didn't know it had got so late. I need to head on home." I didn't want him to go. "It's not really late. And you could even stay overnight. Unless you have to be home." "No, nobody waiting for me or anything. I guess the roads won't be any worse in the morning than they are right now. You sure it's ok for me to stay?" "Yeah. It'd be great!" "Be like pajama parties you hear about, only no pajamas," he said, laughing at the idea. "Yeah, no point in pajamas now," I replied, also laughing. Even though I no longer needed to lean across him to type, he hadn't moved to get up or even to let go of my shoulder. He was still holding me so my side and part of my back were pressed against him. Our heads were only a foot or so apart, as they had been since I began typing. He looked as if he was thinking about something. There was a slight frown, which disappeared suddenly as he said, "Hey, thanks for showing me about the net." He pulled me against him in a kind of a sideways hug before he let go of me and slid off the chair. "Mind if we sit in front of the fire some more?" he asked. "That's something I'd really like to have is a fireplace. I can just sit and watch a fire for hours." Then he seemed to have a thought. "I mean, if you aren't tired. I don't want to keep you up if you're ready to go to bed." "Hey, I got no school tomorrow. I can stay up as long as I want." "That's right," he replied. The fire had died down to a pile of embers while we were upstairs. I built it back up and gave him the beer which I'd offered and he'd accepted. "Fire's prettier when it's all the light there is. I think so anyhow," I told him. "Me too," he said. I turned out all the lights in the room and the one in the kitchen. By the time I settled on the floor beside him, the fire was blazing from all the new wood I'd put in. He was sitting with his back against the sofa, legs bent with his feet flat on the floor, arms draped over his knees. I was lying on my side, head supported on my hand, looking at him and trying not to look at the curve of his balls and the end of his dick which I could see sticking out from between his legs. We began to talk again about computers, what I had and what he needed to buy to be able to do what we had done tonight. While we were talking, he slid down on the floor and rolled onto his side facing me. He supported his head with his hand. We were only a few feet apart. I noticed his dick and balls were now hanging across his leg and his dick was pointing at the floor. Even as I was offering to get online the next day to see what systems cost, I could hardly keep my eyes off of his dick. And what was worse, that was having an effect on my dick, which I could feel filling with blood and soon to be fully hard. I rolled onto my back and sat up, bending my legs to hide it. When I finished telling him how I'd do the search online, he said, "You know you don't have to do that. Hide your hardon like that. I mean, I've already seen it 'cause you had a hardon when I got here. Your robe was open. Hardons are normal, 'specially for a guy your age." "That's what Ted says." "He's right. So just be comfortable with it like you were before. I've already seen it once so the thrill is gone for me anyhow." He chuckled. I laughed, but it gave me nerve too. As I rolled onto my side, I asked, "You gonna show me yours too so we'll be even? That way the thrill'll be gone for me too." He chuckled again. "Well, fair's fair. I'll have to work on mine a little bit to get it up, though." He slid his hand over his dick, grasping it and rubbing the end with his thumb. I could see it start to grow in his hand. Wanting to see it better and figuring I had nothing to lose, I sat up and moved closer to him, sitting crosslegged just a few inches from him. It had gotten longer but still didn't look fully hard. I noticed the head appeared out of the loose skin periodically. I wanted to feel it. I decided to go for it. "Can I touch it?" I asked him. "Yeah, sure can." He opened his hand, holding his dick as if he was offering it to me, which I suppose he was. I reached for it immediately, wrapping my hand around it. It felt so different from mine or any other dick I had touched. It wasn't hard yet, but it had that heavy, full feel that comes just before your dick gets completely hard. And the skin was loose around it. I was fascinated with the skin, sliding it up and down carefully. "Lemme guess. This the first time you ever touched an uncut dick?" he asked me. "Yeah, it is. First time I ever saw one in real life." "In that case, get yourself a good look," he said as he rolled onto his back and scooted up using his butt and his shoulders until his head was supported by the front of the sofa. Never letting go of his dick, I slid closer to him so my thigh was pressed against his. I was sliding the skin entirely off the head and then back up again. "I was the only guy in my class in high school that was uncut. Everybody stared at me in the locker room. Finally I just told 'em to come look and I showed 'em. Some of them were embarrassed at first, but in the end every one of them got as much of a look as he wanted. After that they quit paying any attention to it." "Nobody in my class is uncut." "I heard the only difference it makes is with uncut guys your dick is more sensitive." "The head on yours looks like it's shiny too." I was still stroking his dick, which was now fully hard. It was longer than Ted's by a little bit and thicker too, but not as long as Kevin's had become. When I slid the skin over the head, you could still see the shape of the head through it. There was a vein down the top. Ted had a vein there on his too, but it was just like a purple line. Phil's vein stood up and looked like the ones in your wrist. "I can't believe my dick could be more sensitive than it already is. It if was more sensitive, it'd never take me more than ten seconds to cum," I said. Phil laughed. "I remember how that is. But I like it to last a while." "Me too." "So do I get to feel yours too?" he asked, sliding his hand as far up my leg as he could reach. It was still a long way, relatively speaking, from my dick. "Oh, sure!" I said, letting go of his dick. "I didn't think about it. Sorry. Want me to lie down?" "Yeah, go ahead." Phil sat up as I lay on my back. I thought he would go straight for my dick, but instead he put his hands on my legs just above the knees and slid them in between, pushing against my legs so I spread them open a little. He moved his hands in circles on my legs, moving upwards a little with each circle. When he reached the top of my legs, his thumbs went behind my balls and rubbed up over them, still moving higher each time. I thought he would go right up the back of my dick when his thumb first touched it, but instead he moved around the base of it with his thumbs. His palms were flat against me, rubbing over my hip bones and, finally, my belly. "You grew up a lot since this summer," he said as he worked his thumbs through my pubic hair. "There was just a little bit of hair on each side of your dick the first time I saw you in the garage and now you've got all this." "Yeah, but I'm nowhere near as hairy as you are." "True, but if I were you, I still wouldn't try wearing two pair of long underwear at the same time. You've got enough hair on your legs now you'd have the same trouble I had." As if to show me the hair on my legs, he slid his hands down them lightly, almost tickling me as he did. "Course, your hair is a lot softer than mine." When he got to my knees, he pushed gently on the insides, making me spread my legs wider still. He got between them on his knees, bent over, and let my dick slide over his lips and into his mouth. He took it all, until his lips were pressed against my pubic hair and I could feel the head of my dick against the sides of his throat. "Ohhh!" I said. "That feels great!" I felt rather than heard his responding, "Hmmm humpf." He stayed still for a few seconds and then let my dick slide out slowly, gripping it with his lips as it went. He began rubbing my balls gently with the fingertips of both hands as he let my dick slide back in. He continued to repeat his actions slowly and gently until I knew I would cum the next time. That was when he stopped, letting my dick fall back onto my belly. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he told me. "I wish you would have done it," I told him. "You looked like you might be too young the first time I saw you. Besides, I don't go around just hitting on people I make deliveries to." "I would've loved it." "There's something else I wanted to do too." "Go for it," I told him, wondering what it was but willing for him to do anything. He took me by the hand and pulled until I was in a sitting position. He wrapped both arms around me and hugged me so my chest was pressed against his. I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me. The first kiss was a little peck, but the second one lasted longer. I felt his lips open, so I opened mine too. I felt the tip of his tongue slide around my lips and into my mouth, touching my own. It shot fire straight to my dick, which throbbed. I was literally out of breath when he finally broke the kiss. "Well, it was worth waiting for," he told me. "I'm glad it was," I said. "Do I get to do it to you too?" I asked as I rubbed my hand down his chest and took hold of his dick. "I was hoping you'd say that." He smiled at me and lay back, spreading his legs and sliding his feet along the floor so his legs would lay flat. I caught his legs before he lowered them, letting them lay against the sides of my head as I put his feet flat on the floor. I wanted to feel the hair against my cheeks as I sucked him. When I was sure he knew what I wanted, I took hold of his dick, put my closed lips against the end of his foreskin, and let the head slide into my mouth. His foreskin retreated ahead of my lips. I tasted the precum that had gathered at the end. I felt the shiny smoothness of his head as it slid through my lips, and I felt it again as I circled it with my tongue. I kept moving down on his dick until the head touched my throat, and after a brief struggle with my gag reflex, I let the head enter my throat, continuing to take it in until my lips were pressed into the blond curls of his pubic bush. I took his balls in my hand, caressing them so lightly I was rubbing the thick hair rather than the skin itself. "Oh, God!" he said. I stayed in that position, swallowing so the sides of my throat would caress the head until I finally had to move so I could breathe. I withdrew slowly, pulling with my lips as I did so his foreskin slid back up over the head. I repeated the same cycle four more times. I had begun to wonder would it would feel like to get my tongue inside his foreskin, so on the last withdrawal, I kept my lips tight around his dick just under the rim of the head and started poking the end with the tip of my tongue. I could feel the edge of the foreskin and the different texture of the head. I worked the tip of my tongue along the edge until I felt it slide under. The inside of his foreskin was silky just like the head of his dick. "If this is the first time you ever touched an uncut dick, then I got to tell you, you're a natural!" Phil murmured. I hummed an answer, not being willing to release his dick even for as long as it took me to respond. I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his dick and forced more skin upwards, releasing my lips from around his dick. I sucked his foreskin up my tongue, touching the end of his dickhead with the tip of my tongue and working his foreskin between my tongue and lips. I could taste the steady stream of precum oozing out of him. I also continued to caress his balls. After a few minutes Phil began to move. He lowered his legs and began to turn sideways to the sofa. I stayed with him, continuing to suck on his dick. "Turn around so I can reach you too," he said. I did. As soon as my dick was within reach of his mouth, he began to lick it, working downwards to my balls. Even though they were pressed tight against the base of my dick, he stretched his mouth over them and began to lick them. I continued my caressing of his balls as I had been doing. I was aware they had tightened up since I had begun so now there was no slack in the sac holding them. He went from there back to my dick, taking the whole thing into his mouth again so the head touched the sides of his throat. I did the same thing to his, forcing the head into my throat. He began sliding his lips up and down my dick, holding them tight against it, and swallowing when the head reached his throat. I did the same. In a short while he was shooting in my mouth. There was a lot of cum, forcing me to swallow as each spurt left his dick. While he was cumming, he held his mouth still on my dick, but a minute or so after he finished, he began sucking mine again. I kept his in my mouth, feeling it shrink as I felt my own orgasm begin. He pressed his mouth tight against my pubic hair as I came, moving his tongue against the back of my dick as I shot straight down his throat. My orgasm ended in a series of shudders, each of which gave me another small charge of pleasure. We kept each other's dicks in our mouths until they were no longer hard. He let mine fall out of his mouth and pulled his own out of mine as he turned around and pulled my head toward him. He kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I mirrored the movements of his with my own. "That was so good!" he told me. "I thought so too!" I replied. He moved so his back was supported by the front of the sofa and said to me, "Come here." As I got close, he put his arm out, indicating I was supposed to lie against him. I settled against his chest with my shoulder under his arm and my head laying back against it. He pulled against me, causing me to turn my head, and kissed me again, a long deep kiss. We stayed that way for quite a while with me half lying on top of him. I watched as the fire burned down. When I decided I needed to put on more wood, I discovered he had fallen asleep. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. 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