Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2000 05:12:11 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 26 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 26

by Tim Foure

copyright 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 26

I woke first the next morning. Phil was lying on his back with his head
turned toward me. His mouth was open slightly and I could hear him
breathing. He had had his arms around me when I went to sleep, but we had
separated during the night. We had also shoved the sheet and blanket down
the bed, leaving me covered from mid chest and him from just below his
navel. I wanted to look at him while he slept so I lifted the covers off of
us very carefully and tossed them off the bottom of the bed. He didn't
react at all. I propped my head on my hand and watched him sleep.

I had done this before several times with Ted. I could look at his body to
my heart's content. I could also watch him sleep, seeing his chest rise and
fall with his breathing, and seeing the slight stirrings in his arms and
legs as he unconsciously adjusted the position of his body against the bed.
I knew from watching Ted that he would get hard when he began to wake, so I
watched his dick as much for its own sake as for information about how soon
he would awaken.  So far it lay dormant and to the left, the head hidden
completely inside the foreskin.

Looking at him made me think of the first time I had seen him in the
garage.  That time the sun had been behind him, causing every one of his
blond hairs to glow. This time he was between me and the window, but the
light coming in was the reflected white light of a snow-covered morning,
not the direct golden light of the summer sun. Still his blond hair shined
in that light too.

I began to notice the way the hair grew on him. It was curly everywhere. It
began at his ankles.  There was no hair on his feet. It covered both legs
to the creases at the top and then narrowed to the pubic patch around his
dick, where it became much thicker. There was no hair on the sides of his
hips or belly, but there was a treasure trail that narrowed as it moved
upwards toward his navel from his pubic bush. It continued narrow above his
navel, broadening out as it reached his chest to cover it completely from
side to side and up to just below his collarbones. There was no hair on his
shoulders or the top fourth of his arms. The rest of his arms and the backs
of his hands were covered. There was a golden stubble on his face which
joined the curly hair of his head near the tops of his ears. His eyelashes
contained the only hair on his body that seemed as if it didn't curl, but
in fact it did curl away from his eyes.

It was a slow survey of his body, so slow that I was surprised to see he
was beginning to get hard when I looked again at his dick. I watched it
fill, becoming thicker and slightly longer. Then it twitched slightly, the
end moving both upwards and outwards from the base at the same time. It
filled more until it looked almost hard. Finally with one more twitch it
hardened completely and moved to lie straight up his belly. The foreskin
was open at the end just enough for me to see the slit in the head inside.

A few minutes later he opened his eyes. When he saw me looking at him, he
smiled. "Morning."

I smiled back. "Morning," I said.

"How're you this morning?" He still hadn't moved except to open his eyes.

"Good. A little sore. But really good."

His smile faded. "I'm sorry you're sore."

"Well, it was my idea in the first place, so it's not your fault. And it
was worth it. It was great!" I leaned over and kissed him. I made it a
quick, closed kiss when I remembered I hadn't yet brushed my teeth. And of
course neither had he.

He was smiling again when I pulled back. "I thought it was great too."

I put my hand on his chest, rubbing lightly in a circle and then sliding it
down to his dick. I caressed it lightly with a fingertip.

"Oh, I have to pee bad!" he told me.

I did too, so I followed him to the bathroom. He had to force his dick down
to aim it into the toilet, and I noticed he had pulled his foreskin back
from the head. That intrigued me and gave me an idea. I pressed my chest
against his back and my erect dick into the crack of his ass, reached
around his sides, and took hold of his dick. "Lemme help," I said.

The flow faltered but resumed with full force after a few seconds. I could
feel the movement of the liquid through the tube on the underside of his
dick as I held it gently. He removed his hands completely.

"You almost made me pee up the wall," he said.

"Good thing you've got so much control," I told him.

"This feels strange. I've never had somebody hold my dick while I peed
before."

"First time for everything. You can hold mine too."

"Dunno if I want to. I'll think about it."

Meanwhile the flow diminished to a trickle and then stopped. I slid the
foreskin off the end and pulled it back, milking his dick to squeeze out
the last drops.

"My turn," I said.

"Ok, I'll give it a try," he told me as we exchanged places.

When he took hold of my dick and started to bend it down, he said, "I don't
know how far I can bend it without hurting you. Tell me when it starts to
hurt, ok?"

It had already started to hurt, but it did every time I tried to pee with a
morning hardon. "It can go a ways yet," I lied.

He continued to push. "Ok, I think it's aimed at the toilet."

I had been watching, enjoying seeing his hands on my dick. "Looks like it
to me too." I tried to start the flow.

After a minute or so, he said, "Well, do it."

"I'm trying!"

"I don't think I could ever start peeing if someone else was holding my
dick. I just couldn't stop when you grabbed it. I can't even pee when I
think somebody's watching me."

I couldn't either, to tell the truth. "Maybe you better let me hold it," I
said finally.

He released my dick immediately. It snapped upwards against my belly. It
took me several minutes to start my flow. He had turned on the shower by
that time.

"How does it work out with shaving in the shower?" he asked.

"Just like it did yesterday," I told him.

"I didn't do it in the shower. I just took your razor and shaved at the
sink and then put it back."

"It feels better in the shower and you get a better shave. At least my
brother says you do. I don't really need to shave all that much yet. But I
like it"

"Doesn't that little mirror fog up?"

"No, hot water from the shower runs through it. I'll show you. Just get
in."

He got in the shower and I got in after him, closing the door. The shower
was plenty large enough for the two of us to use it together, but I pressed
up against him anyhow. I showed him how I let the water run on my face for
a while first, lathered up using an old-fashioned brush and cup, and shaved
using the water from the shower to rinse the razor.

When I was finished, I turned my face toward him and said, "Feel how
smooth."

He did, using both hands. He finished by pulling me toward him and kissing
me. When I felt his tongue against my lips, I pulled my head back. "I
haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Me neither. Think you can stand it?" He reached for me again.

I stood it with no problem. We were both hard again when we ended the kiss.

"What do you think about shaving me?" he asked.

"I could do it ok. But what if I cut you or something?"

"I'll probably live if you do. I even cut myself sometimes." He smiled

His face was already very wet since most of our kiss had taken place under
the flow of the shower. I lathered it up and began to shave him. The
biggest problem was our hardons. While mine stood up my belly, his pointed
outwards and bumped or rubbed against mine while I was shaving him. In the
end I didn't cut him even once.

"I got shaved all over once," he said as I was putting up the shaving
things.

"That must have taken forever."

"It took a couple hours. I was just tired of all the hair. Sometimes I hate
being so hairy. Like with the long underwear. It can just be a misery."

"I like you hairy," I told him, hugging him against me and rubbing the wet
hair on his butt.

"Maybe we should shave all your hair off then," he said.

"No way!" I told him. "The hair I got just now grew in. I want to keep it!"

"I was just kidding. I like you just the way you are."

He ended the talk by grabbing the soap from the dish and lathering up my
back. When he moved to my butt, he began sliding a soapy finger up and down
my crack. He touched my asshole lightly, holding his finger against it.

"How bad does it hurt?"

"Not bad. It's just a little sore."

"Probably from being stretched and being rubbed both. I'm really sorry, but
I don't think there's anything you can do about it the first time. I'm
really glad you chose me to be the first one."

"I am too. It was really great." I hugged him tightly to emphasize it.

He passed me the soap and continued to hug me while I lathered as much of
him as I could reach.  In the end, we had been in the shower for over an
hour and had washed each other completely. I intended to finish by sucking
him off, but when I tried, he said, "Let's dry off and do that to each
other in bed." Which we did.

After we had cuddled in the afterglow for a while, I went and got a
chapstick from the medicine cabinet.

"Here," I told him as I handed it to him.

"My lips aren't chapped," he said.

"Neither are mine. But I heard it helped if you were sore from being
fucked.  You can put it on me." I mooned him and spread my cheeks.

"Never heard of that, but it makes sense. Here we go," he said.

I felt the tentative touch of the chapstick on my asshole. It felt a little
like a tongue, which I thought meant he wasn't using enough pressure to
leave any behind.

"I think you need to push more to really make it work."

"What if I shove it in?"

"I guess you'll have to go in after it," I said with a laugh.

"Don't tempt me," he said, chuckling as well.

The rest of the morning was spent making a big breakfast, eating it, and
cleaning up the mess.  Afterwards I showed him the information I had found
online for his computer system. He had to get his wallet from his pants to
place the order. I poked him in the ribs when he chose UPS to deliver it.

"Hey, it's not like I'm gonna be delivering it to myself. My place is on
Julie's route. But I gotta support the company."

I just smiled at him and slid my hand into his lap to rub his dick. He had
told me while we were eating he had a family obligation that night and
would have to leave in the middle of the afternoon to get there in time. I
wanted to play one more time before he left.

He surprised me by putting one arm under my legs and the other behind my
shoulders and pulling me onto his lap. He lifted me as he stood up. I
wrapped my arms around him.  He pressed his mouth to mine and kept it there
as he carried me to the bed. My dick was already hard, but I was suddenly
very horny.

He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Told you I could carry you with
no trouble," he said.  Then he dropped me straight down onto the bed. I was
startled. When I saw the smile on his face, I began to laugh. He quickly
rolled me onto my belly and straddled my hips, holding my shoulders against
the bed with his hands. My arms were stretched out straight over my head
and my feet hung off the bottom of the bed.

"You are just trouble is what you are. And I know just what you need."

With that he lay on my back and stretched his arms and hands out on top of
mine. He began to nuzzle and then lick my neck and the backs of my ears. I
began to writhe when he slid the tip of his tongue lightly into my ear. I
could feel the hair on his chest rubbing my back as he moved in a slow
circular motion against me. I felt his hard dick against my crack as it
deposited a drop of precum on me. Everything he did caused a jolt of
pleasure to travel to my dick.

After a while, he began to work his way down my back with his mouth and
hands. Normally what he did with his hands along my sides would have driven
me into a protective ball, but this time it didn't tickle at all. When he
got to my crack I wondered if he would rim me, and I got my answer shortly
afterward when he spread my cheeks and began licking my asshole lightly.

"Um! Cherry flavored chapstick! That feel ok?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah!" I told him.

"Just wanted to make sure it wasn't too sore." And he was back at it.

"Ohhh!" I said, enjoying the touch of his tongue. "You could put your dick
back in there."

"No way. Not while you're still sore."

He put his hands under my hip bones and lifted me onto my knees, shoulders
still against the bed.  He followed the seam of my perineum with his tongue
from my asshole to the back of my balls, licking and sucking them. He
flipped me onto my back, keeping my legs raised and spread, and licked all
around my dick without touching it. Last of all he dove onto my dick,
taking the head straight to the top of his throat.

I was close already and that nearly drove me over the edge. I had to fight
the urge as he continued to suck me firmly in and out of his mouth. Finally
I knew I was going to cum if he continued.

"I'm going to cum!" I told him.

He increased his speed. I gave in to it and came. He took my whole dick
into his mouth when I began to shoot and kept it there until I started to
go soft, caressing the back of it with his tongue.  When he let go of it,
his mouth moved straight to mine for a kiss. I was getting very accustomed
to the taste of my own cum.

After a few minutes of cuddling, I started to get serious about giving him
as good as he gave me.

"I got to go pretty soon," he told me as I began licking his nipples.

"That mean you want me to stop?" I asked, caressing his dick at the same
time.

"No, it means I got to go pretty soon."

I got the message, moving on to his crotch and bringing him to the edge of
an orgasm quickly. He couldn't have been more than a few seconds short of
an cumming when I pulled my mouth off of his dick.

"How much time do you have now?" I asked. I watched him struggle to get
control of himself.

"Enough time so you can finish what you started!" he said with a note of
urgency in his voice.

"Ok," I told him as I went back to sucking his dick. When I was sure he was
very close, I stopped again.

"Any time left?" I asked, swatting at his hand which had moved toward his
dick in what I thought was an involuntary motion.

"You're torturing me!"

"No way! Just checking the time." I would have chuckled but I was back to
sucking his dick as I finished talking.

When I could feel his balls draw up tight again, I decided he could handle
it one more time.

"I bet you're running late now. I'll just stop here and let you get
dressed." I had to actually grab his hand to keep it off of his dick.

"Are you trying to kill me or what? I've got to cum!"

"Well, if you're sure you won't be late," I said as I began sucking his
dick again.

"Right now I don't care if I never get there!"

When I finally brought him over the edge, he yelled. His hips bucked and he
pounded the bed with his hands and feet. I had to wrap my hand around his
dick to keep it from being shoved down my throat. When he settled, I gave
him a taste of his own cum from my tongue.

"That was incredible," he told me.

"I want to make sure you remember to come back," I told him.

"No chance I won't! You'll never be able to get rid of me now," he said.

"Good," I told him, hugging him tight.

We cuddled for a little while longer before he told me he absolutely had to
leave. He dressed in a hurry, grabbing his things and literally running out
the door. But he did stop long enough to kiss me good bye.

As I watched him drive away, I noticed the snow was falling off the trees
and I could hear water running in the downspouts. I checked the thermometer
and saw that it was nearly fifty degrees.

As soon as I got back to my room, I got online and paged Ted. He answered
in less than a minute.

"Hi, Sport. Didn't want to page you. Afraid Phil might still be there and I
didn't want to mess anything up."

"He just left."

"Brian's here. He says hi. So tell me."

Knowing that Brian could see the screen, I said hi to him before I gave
them all the details.

"So you got fucked! Sounds like it was really great!"

"It was! But I'm sore. I used some chapstick and it helped."

There was a pause, followed by, "You think you're sore! Your brother has
been fucking me like crazy. I'm afraid to bend over in front of him!"

"Haha. Hi Brian. I think I know how you feel."

"Yeah, I remember my first time. It's probably worse for you right now than
it is for me, but it's worth it."

"You know it!"

"You gave us both hardons telling us about it. I'm leaning over Ted and
typing. He just pulled my shorts down and started sucking my dick. Whoops!
There goes his finger straight in my asshole. I know what's coming next."

"Yeah, you're cumming next, and Ted'll cum right after that. How many times
you guys done it since the snow started?"

"Six. But this'll make seven 'cause I know it's gonna happen."

"Wow, I guess you are sore!"

"Sometimes it's even better when you're a little bit tender."

As I started to respond, the phone rang.

"I got to get the phone."

"Ok."

It was my Mom. I told her Phil had stopped by again to check up on me. She
went on and on about how nice of him that was. Planning ahead to have an
excuse to go to his apartment, I told her he had stayed for a while just to
give me some company. I added that he didn't have a computer but wanted to
get one and learn how to use it. She jumped in before I had even finished
speaking to tell me I should help him set it up and give him lessons on
using it since he had gone so far out of his way for me. To judge by her
tone of voice and the way she said it, I'm sure she thought it would never
occur to me to do it on my own. I played the game out, telling her in my
most ingenuous voice what a great idea that was. I knew she'd tell Dad too.
I couldn't wait to tell Ted about it.

When we hung up, I went back to the computer but got no response from Ted
and Brian. I thought I knew why, so I told them I was sure they were having
too much fun to talk to me right then and I would look for them later.

I was just getting ready to put more chapstick on my asshole when I heard
the front door open and Del yell out, "Honey, I'm home!"

I went downstairs to find Del taking off his clothes. I could smell pizza.

"Figured you'd be starved for some real food by now," he told me. "You need
me to take the edge off before we eat? We got three days of fucking to make
up for!"

The idea that I was going to have to cram three days of missed fucking with
Del into one was almost more than I could deal with, but somehow I knew I
would.

To be continued
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