Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2000 08:16:36 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Summer of My 15th Year" 27 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 27

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 27

There was no school on Monday even though a lot of the snow had melted. I
planned to sleep most of the day since Del had made sure I didn't get much
sleep either Saturday or Sunday nights. As usual, he had collected his last
fuck at daybreak that morning sitting astride my hips.  We had showered
together afterward and had a quick breakfast before he left for work at a
quarter to seven. I wondered how he had the strength to work on so little
sleep.

When I went back to my room, I had a page from Ted. They were having
classes. He and Brian were getting ready to go for breakfast. We had
chatted the day before, so he knew that Del had finally arrived expecting I
would make it up to him for all the fucking he had missed because of the
snow. I told him how exhausted I was but got no sympathy.

"You could always tell him no."

"You ever tell him no?" I asked.

"What, and hurt his feelings? No way! Hey, we got to go. Talk to you
later."

And he was gone.

I didn't feel as sleepy as I had earlier, so I went back downstairs to
build up the fire. As I was finishing with it, Phil drove up in his UPS
truck. I was waiting for him with the door open when he got to it. He came
straight in and kissed me.

"Morning," he said afterward. "I got a package for your Dad." He handed it
to me.

"How long can you stay?" I asked.

I was wearing my flannel nightshirt again. He had started pulling it up in
preparation for taking it off of me as he spoke. "Not long. I got a full
truck today. Maybe just long enough to suck you off if you cum real quick."

"Then lemme do it to you instead, ok?" I thought it would probably take me
quite a while to cum since I had cum with Del barely three hours earlier.

"You drive a hard bargain," he told me as he let go of the nightshirt and
began to unbuckle his belt. I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants and
shorts down. His hard dick popped out of his shorts and bounced a few times
in front of my face before I captured it with my mouth.

"I missed that!' he said immediately, rubbing the back of my head gently as
I began to work my tongue around the edge of his foreskin while I shoved it
back with my lips.  Since I was trying for speed rather than quality, I
brought him off in under four minutes. He pulled me up onto my feet and
kissed me, getting a taste of his cum.

"Can I come back tonight?" he asked as he pulled up his pants.

"No, my Dad'll be home this afternoon. I can come by your place tomorrow
after school or any time if we don't have school. What time do you get
home?"

"No telling. It's different every day. But it'll be late the next couple of
days for sure. We got a big backlog from the snow."

"I told my Mom about you coming by to keep me company. I was trying to set
it up so I could maybe come to your place at night to help you with your
computer."

"I know. She called me last night. It was a weird conversation. Here she's
talking about how nice I was to you and all I can see is me fucking you for
all I'm worth."

"Good thing she didn't know what you were thinking!"

"For sure! But I don't see how it's gonna work out for you to come at night
for the next couple days. I'll really be late getting in. What about
Saturday? Or Friday night if you can be out later?"

"Ok. But I hate to have to wait until Friday!"

"Me too, but there's nothing we can do about it."

"Ok, Friday night."

"I'll call you, ok? And I'll email you if the computer comes. But I gotta
get out of here right now!"

"Great!" I said into his mouth as he kissed me good bye and ran out the
door.

I napped off and on all day and, and in between naps I worked on responding
to my backlog of email. Dad got home late in the afternoon.

"I hear it snowed here," he said as I watched him open the package Phil had
brought that morning.

"Yeah, some. I been out of school since Wednesday."

"Your mother told me. She said the UPS delivery man brought you milk and
stopped by a few other times besides."

"Yeah, he did."

"She spoke to him last night while I was there. He told her he hadn't
minded keeping an eye on you. He must have stayed with you for quite a
while. She said he seemed like a nice guy."

"Yeah, he kept an eye on me alright." I almost laughed in his face.

"Your mother's coming home this weekend. She asked what I thought about
having him for dinner Saturday night. I don't think I've ever seen
him. Will that work out?  What do you think about it?"

I thought if he was here eating, I couldn't be at his place fucking and
sucking with him. "Sounds great. He's a really cool guy. He's buying a
computer. I promised to help him learn to use it." I thought I might as
well start to establish a reason why I'd suddenly be spending so much time
at Phil's apartment.

"She told me that too. They had quite a long conversation. It seems like
the least we can do for him. Your mother and I both think he'd be insulted
if we offered to pay him."

I could just imagine what would go through Phil's mind if they offered to
pay him. "Yeah, I bet he would. But I like him. I really won't mind
teaching him to use a computer."

"Good for you. That's what we'll do then, let you pay him back yourself."

"I'll make it up to him. No problem!" It took all the self control I had
not to break out laughing.

At that point my Dad's attention wandered and his body followed it to his
studio. I couldn't wait to tell Ted. I took Dad's suitcase to empty into
the laundry basket. It had fallen to me to make sure he left on his trips
with enough clothing to last through the time he would be gone. I had to
make sure it all matched too because while he wouldn't wear mismatched
colors, he wouldn't notice what he had with him until he went to get
dressed. I also kept track of what he lost along the way so it could be
replaced. He never came back with more than two-thirds of what he had left
with.

After dinner I paged Ted and we chatted awhile. Cheryl had finally left, so
Brian was back in his own room.

"It was great having him here all that time, but now I'm kinda glad to be
here alone, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," I answered. "I was really ready for Del to leave this
morning."

"It really bother you to have him there?"

"Not the other times, but this time I really wanted Phil to be here. Not
that he had to leave because of Del or anything. I mean, Phil wouldn't have
been here anyhow. But I would've been happy just thinking about the stuff
Phil and I did and jerking off over it."

"Yeah, I understand. Maybe next time Dad leaves, they won't make you have a
babysitter since you made out ok this time. Or hey, I got another idea!
Maybe they'll let you have Phil come babysit you!"

"That'd be too good to be true!"

"Yeah, it might be pushing it. But you need to keep it in their heads that
you'll be spending time at his place over the computer thing. It sounds
like you already got that set up good. Real smart move there, Sport."

"I'm kinda wondering if they'd let me stay overnight at Phil's Friday
night."

"Never know 'til you ask. But from the way they're talking, I'd say you got
a shot at it at least.  You really like Phil, don't you?"

I was embarrassed at the question. I was glad he couldn't see me. "Yeah, I
do."

"Sounds like he likes you too, Sport. Good for you."

After that we talked more about Brian, since this was the first time in
days Ted had the privacy to do it. He learned a lot more about Brian's
relationship with his brother Mike, all of which he told me. He thought
they sounded a great deal like us, and I thought so too.

"And he feels real close to you, Sport. He talks about you a lot."

"I like him too. You didn't really just jump on him and fuck him when he
bent over like he said, did you?"

"Sure did! But it was a joke. He bent over to pick something up just as I
got the rubber on my dick. We were going to fuck anyhow. He was already all
lubed and loosened up. I just couldn't resist it. I grabbed him by the hips
and stuck my dick right against his asshole. And it slid straight in! So I
just started pumping away. First time he ever got fucked standing up, he
told me."

"I'll be careful about bending over in front of you from now on!"

"Aw, Sport! You know I'd never do anything you didn't want me to do."

"Yeah, I was just kidding. But I do want you to fuck me now. And I'm not
kidding!"

"Hey, no problem! My dick is at your service."

We did have school the next day, most of the snow having melted. I met with
the foursome afterwards. They had been able to get together while school
was closed and over the weekend. I pretended I was sorry about not being
with them. I really was sorry that I wouldn't be able to stay the whole
time that day since I had to start lining up my lawn mowing customers. They
decided to make it up to me for all I had missed and for not being able to
stay for the slower second round that day by going all out on the first
one. We rimmed each other for a while first and then sucked in the "dick
for every mouth and mouth for every dick" position that we had perfected. I
gave Kevin a prostate massage while I was sucking him and Jeffy gave me
one.  Boomer wasn't interested in having one since it did nothing for him,
and he was not very good at giving them either since he didn't get the
point, so Jeffy had to do without. I noticed that the minute I touched
Kevin's prostate his balls started to draw up. He was far more sensitive
than either Jeffy or I. In fact, he reminded me of Del. I was careful to
suck his dick very lightly as I massaged his prostate, but even with that
he was the first to cum.

When I left them, I started making the rounds of customers who were usually
home in the afternoon, leaving those I would have to see when they got home
from work for just before I went home myself. Ted had told me I would have
better luck if I looked younger than I really was, so I had bought some
clothes which were both a little too big for me and which suggested by
their style I was about ten years old. I changed into them before I left
Jeffy's and had to endure the laughter of the rest of the foursome. I hated
to be laughed at, but the very fact they did laugh told me I had achieved
the effect I was after.

The first customer I spoke to was amazed when I told her why I was there.

"We just had a blizzard and you wanna talk about mowing the lawn!"

Ted had warned me this happened every year. One day everyone would complain
it was still winter and the next they would complain he had waited so long
to come by when the grass started to grow.

"I won't start mowing until it needs it, but it'll start growing in another
two weeks."

"Ok, I guess. How much are you gonna charge me this year?" The question was
delivered along with a suspicious look which suggested I was about to rob
her at gunpoint.

"Same as last year," I said with a smile. "At least for the weekly cut and
trim service like my brother and I did for you last year. But I'm gonna
have to go up a little on what I charge if you just want to call me when
you need it 'cause I got a lot of lawns I got to take care of this year."
There was no way she could know the last part was a lie, and after I had
talked to a few more customers, it wouldn't be anyhow.

I had only planned to see six customers that day but ended up seeing seven
since the neighbor of one of them wanted to hire me as well. Lawns side by
side took less time to cut than separate lawns even if they were near each
other. In this case it was an even better deal for me since the new lawn
was in between two I had cut the previous year. Cutting and trimming the
three lawns would hardly take longer than it had to do the two separately.

Each day that week I followed the same pattern, sucking with the foursome,
changing into what the group called my kiddie clothes, and seeing half a
dozen or so customers.  I planned to see Mrs. Gaw and Mr. Morris on the
same day since they lived fairly close to each other and they were the only
two who required special attention. I allowed twice as much time for each
of them as I had for the others. I was not looking forward to talking about
money with Mrs. Gaw, but as she had done the first time I went to her house
with Ted, she surprised me by giving me no argument. I left her house after
just a few minutes sure it wouldn't be that easy the first time I actually
cut her grass. Mr. Morris asked me in and offered me a coke. As we sat at
his kitchen table with our drinks, he surprised me by trying to give me
some business advice. He thought I should have raised my price by five
percent from the previous year and wouldn't take no for an answer. As a
result, he ended up agreeing to pay more than I was asking from anyone else
for the same job. By Friday evening I had signed up every person I had
spoken to and had only about a fourth of my customers left to talk to the
following week.

I talked to Phil for a few minutes each night. He wasn't getting in from
work until between seven and eight o'clock. I was anxious for his computer
to arrive so I would have an excuse for going to his apartment, and while I
was willing to stretch the truth to my parents about how much help he
needed, I wasn't comfortable with lying to them outright about his computer
actually having been delivered.

When I talked to him on Thursday, he told me my Mom had called him the
night before and invited him for dinner on Saturday night. "I feel really
weird about this!"  he said. "It's like in high school when I went to pick
up a girl for a date and had to meet her parents before they'd let me go
out with her."

"I wish it was that easy. I been going crazy trying to find a way I could
come to your apartment one night."

"It still wouldn't be easy even if I could ask you out because your parents
would think I was too old for you anyhow. Ten years looks like an awful lot
of difference to parents. And besides, I've been so beat after work this
week all I can do is get a shower and fall into bed."

"Sounds great!"

"Got a one-track mind, don't you? I meant fall in bed and go to sleep!"

"I was just kidding. I understand. I got one idea though. Saturday I can go
talk to some of my customers who live near you and then I could come to
your place. How about that?"

"Oh, yeah! That'd be great! Let's do it!"

We did. But after I went to the first customer's house, I was so anxious to
see Phil I skipped the others and went straight to his apartment. I had had
a hardon in anticipation of seeing him from the time that I woke
up. Fortunately, my loose pants hid it completely.

Phil opened the door a crack and peeked around it. I could see his hair was
wet. When he saw it was me, he opened the door to let me in.

"You got here earlier than I expected. I was just getting done with my
shower. I've only been up a half hour."

He was wearing a towel around his waist. Most of his body hair was wet too.
"I couldn't wait," I told him as I went to kiss him.

He fended me off with a hand in the middle of my chest. "Haven't brushed my
teeth yet."

"I bet I can stand it," I told him as I brushed his hand aside and went for
his mouth. I hadn't realized how much I had missed seeing him until then.

When we ended the kiss, he held me at arm's length and looked me up and
down. "I would've hardly recognized you in those clothes. You look like a
kid."

"It's good for business," I told him, going on to explain why that was so.
"But you don't have to worry about that because I'm gonna take them off
right away."

I pulled off his towel before I started taking off my own clothes. His dick
was hard and pointing towards me. He grabbed for my shirt and started
unbuttoning it. In about two minutes I was naked and pressed up against him
for another kiss. I felt his hands rubbing my back and my butt.

"How about if I brush my teeth and shave before we get too involved here,"
he whispered into my ear, licking the edge of it when he finished speaking.

"How about if we skip that and get right to the important stuff?" I slid my
hand between us and squeezed his dick in case he had any doubts about what
I thought was important.

"Better go easy on that. The last time I came was Monday when you sucked me
off."

That was easy to believe since he already had precum running down his dick.
There was a big wet spot on my belly and my hand was wet as well.

"Lemme help you out instead," I said as I slid down the front of him and
took his dick into my mouth.

"That feels fantastic," he said.

His precum was flowing straight into my mouth. I retracted his foreskin
slowly with my hand at the base of his dick. I pushed my lips along the
head just behind the retreating skin and drove the tip of my tongue into
the opening at the end.

"Lemme at least sit down," he said as he backed out of my grasp and flopped
down on the sofa with his legs spread.

I was back on his dick immediately. I tried to make it last as long as I
could, but he was so sensitive it was impossible to put off his orgasm. His
hips bucked when the first shot hit the back of my mouth but he stayed
still after that. There was a lot of cum, so much that I had to swallow
continually to take it all in. I kept his dick in my mouth afterwards
waiting for it to go soft, but it stayed full and thick. Finally he pulled
me off of it. More pulling brought my face opposite his for a long kiss.

He was still kissing me when I felt him move forward over me. He kept
moving toward me, pressing me backwards until I was lying on the floor and
he was on his hands and knees over me.  He moved his mouth straight from my
mouth to my dick. During the few seconds when his mouth was not full with
either my tongue or my dick, he said, "I've been wanting to do this since
Monday."

He sucked my dick hard for a few minutes, so hard in fact that I thought he
was trying to make me cum in a hurry. But as soon as I started to feel the
approach of an orgasm, he slid off of my dick. He grabbed my legs,
spreading them as he lifted them, and pushed them back toward my chest.

"Hold 'em, ok?"

I did as he asked as he drove his tongue straight into my asshole. I could
also feel the stubble of his beard on my ass cheeks and perineum. A few
minutes later he had me writhing on the floor under him.

"Fuck me!" I told him. That was what I had been wanting him to do since
Monday.

"Not this time," he said as he slid a finger he had just licked into my
asshole. "After breakfast.  Let go of your legs."

I released my hold on my legs and he lowered them to the floor, keeping
them spread and my knees bent. He again attacked my dick with his lips and
tongue, working me up more slowly this time. I was shocked when his finger
slid over my prostate. I had become so used to the feel of it inside me I
had forgotten it was there. Between the work of his tongue on my dick head
and of his fingertip on my prostate, I was shooting into his mouth in
barely two minutes.

He gave me a taste of my cum in a kiss as we cuddled there on the floor
afterwards. I was so comfortable I could easily have gone to sleep and no
doubt would have if he had not suddenly jumped to his feet and pulled me to
mine.

"Now I am gonna shave and brush my teeth. Then we eat."

"What do you want? I can fix it while you finish up in the bathroom."

"Can you handle pancakes? And there's bacon in the refrigerator."

"Pancakes? No problem." I went into his kitchen and went to work. I was
dropping the first ladles full of batter into a frying pan when he came
into the kitchen.

"You can help," I told him. "Get the bacon ready for the microwave."

"I always cook it in a frying pan."

"But you're not cooking, are you. You're helping me cook. Get a glass dish
and I'll tell you how to do it."

He followed my directions exactly.

"The bacon is good cooked this way. Not greasy like it is in a pan," he
told me as he ate the last piece. "You can cook for me any time."

"Be glad to. Now, you promised to fuck me after breakfast. Breakfast is
over."

"Geez, you got a one-track mind."

"And a good memory too. You gonna deliver or what?"

"How soon before you have to leave?"

"Not soon. Just so I get home before you get there. I could probably even
get there the same time as you."

"So we got like, what, seven hours?

"Yeah, so what?"

"So there's no hurry. We'll get there. Let's just take it slow."

So we did, very slow indeed. We cleaned up the kitchen and I helped him
change the bed. I tried to pull him onto it with me, but he wiggled free of
my grip. When he started to sort his laundry, I asked, "Couldn't you do
that some other time?"

"No. I got one pair of clean shorts left and I'm wearing them tonight. If I
don't do this laundry today, then I got to do it first thing in the morning
because I have to go see my mom in the afternoon tomorrow. I'm sure not
going to get to do it today with you here, but I do have to sort it and
have it ready for tomorrow. Why don't you grab the vacuum and give this
place a once over while I clean the bathroom. It'll take your mind off your
crotch."

"Nothing's gonna do that with you running around naked like you are."

"I'll put on some clothes then."

"No, don't! I'll leave if you do." I gave him my poutiest expression.

He looked at me and laughed. "There'll be plenty of time. Trust me."

So I vacuumed and he cleaned the bathroom. And then there was plenty of
time, just as he had said. He grabbed me and kissed me as I was putting
away the vacuum.

"You did a good job. You deserve a reward."

"Yeah! I do!"

"Let's do it on the bed this time."

He led me to the bed, lay down on his side, and beckoned for me to lie
beside him. As I lay down, I slid right into his arms. My tongue slid into
his waiting mouth. He ran his hand up and down my back and butt, so I did
the same to him, feeling the contrast between the smooth, silky skin of his
back and the curly hair on his butt.

After a while he pushed me onto my back. Since my right arm was caught
between us, I wiggled it around until I was holding his dick in my hand. I
simply held it, feeling its weight and heat. He began licking and nibbling
my right ear while he rubbed and tickled my nipples. That drove my
already-hard dick to the next level of hardness where it began to throb in
time with the beating of my heart. It was still throbbing when his hand
reached it at the end of its slow, caressing journey down my chest and
belly. He drew a finger slowly up the back of my dick from my balls to the
tip, causing my dick to rise up against it in an effort to get a more
substantial touch. My own hand was becoming wet from his precum.

He teased my dick and balls for some time with the tips of his fingers. I
wanted to do the same to his dick, but I decided to wait and not to hurry
things along. In time he moved, nuzzling my dick with his cheeks and
blowing his hot breath across my balls. There was a pleasant tickling
sensation as his breath moved the hairs that grew on them.

When he brought his tongue into play, it was slowly at first and began on
my balls as well. They were sopping wet before he moved on to my dick, but
even there the touch was light and tantalizing and all the more stimulating
because of it. If I hadn't been watching him, I would have missed seeing
the first drop of precum ever to form on the end of my dick.  He licked it
off without realizing it was another first for me. I don't know how much
more I produced because the head of my dick disappeared into his mouth. He
sucked my dick and worked it with his tongue until I thought I was going to
cum, and just as I was ready to warn him, he let my dick go and pulled me
onto my belly.

I felt him lie lengthwise on top of me, allowing only a small portion of
his weight to actually press on me. His tongue went straight to my ear,
leaving a wet trail around the inside of it just as his dick began a trail
of his precum on my butt. He licked my ears, my neck, and my shoulders
before he began to move down my back. I was very much aware of his dick
sliding against my crack, particularly when it began to slide down over the
part near my asshole. If I could have willed my asshole to reach out and
grab his dick, I would have done it.

Eventually his tongue replaced his dick at the small of my back. He spread
my legs and got between them as he moved his tongue slowly downwards. When
it finally touched my asshole, I shivered and fought the desire to writhe
on the bed under him. He licked and poked my asshole with his tongue until
it felt loose even to me.

When he stopped, I felt him get off of the bed. I looked at him
quizzically.

"Need to get a few things. Just you stay put there, ok?"

Instead of answering, I put my head down again and waited. I felt his
weight depress the mattress at the bottom of the bed. Then I felt his
tongue on my asshole again, but just for a minute before it was replaced by
a lubed finger that slid slowly into me. It went straight to my prostate,
rubbing it gently and giving me a jolt of pleasure so strong that I drew in
a deep breath.

"You ok?" Phil asked.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Just checking," he said as he rubbed it again with the same result.

I was enjoying what he was doing very much, but I had wanted to lick and
caress his body too and I hadn't had the opportunity to do it. After he
worked his second finger into me, I said so.

"I'm not ready to be fucked yet. I want to do some stuff to you first."

"That's good to hear because I'm not ready to fuck you yet either. I just
thought I'd loosen you up and lube you real slow so maybe it won't hurt at
all this time." He gave me another short rub on the prostate as he finished
speaking.

After he got the third finger into me, he withdrew them all and slithered
down beside me. I turned onto my side and began to kiss him. He became
completely docile, responding to the slightest direction suggested by my
hands. He lay on his back, letting me caress and lick his entire body. I
sucked all of the precum out of his pubic hair and then sucked his dick
too. I licked his balls after his dick, and after that I had him roll onto
his belly. I buried my nose in the hair of his crack and slid it up and
down the crack, following it with my tongue. I teased his asshole with my
tongue for a long time before I actually touched it, and when I did I could
feel him fight to stay still. I jabbed and licked his asshole for a long
time before I had him roll onto his back again.

When he did, he again took charge, getting me to kneel over his head so
that he could take my dick into his mouth. That put my head over his dick,
so I sucked it in as well and played with his foreskin with my lips and
tongue. I felt him work his fingers into me again.  They went in more
easily and more quickly than they had the first time.

As he wiped his fingers on the towel he had brought and I turned around to
bring us face to face, I had an idea. I opened the rubber he had gotten,
gave it a dab of lube, and rolled it down his dick. I squeezed out a large
dab of lube and rubbed it all over his rubber-covered dick. I straddled his
belly and lay down on top of him, bringing my mouth to his. At the same
time I began to inch my way down his body until my balls made contact with
the tip of his dick. I had thought it would slide up my perineum and into
my asshole, but instead it went under my balls.

He broke the kiss and told me, "If you're trying what I think you're
trying, it isn't gonna work.  You need to sit up and aim my dick or you'll
never get it in you."

I was disappointed, but I assumed he knew what he was talking about, so I
did as he said. Once I was sure the head was securely seated in my asshole,
I let go of his dick and tried to force my asshole down on it. It was much
more difficult than I had expected. I thought with him having loosened me
up twice and lubed me thoroughly, it would slide right in.  Nothing could
have been farther from the truth. I could have sworn I had nearly bent his
dick in half before the head suddenly popped inside of me. In fact, I was
pushing down so hard that I took half of the shaft in as well before I
could stop my descent. But even with all the pressure I had exerted and the
tightness of my asshole, I still felt no pain. Just that wonderful fullness
that I remembered.

Phil watched me as I lowered myself the rest of the way and had his dick
buried in me completely.

"That feels so good! Are you ok?" he asked me.

"It feels so good to me too. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Just sit still for a while and let me enjoy the feeling of being inside
you."

As I did what he asked, he rubbed his hands around my chest and belly,
playing with my nipples and my dick. Every once in a while I flexed the
muscles of my sphincter to squeeze his dick and he responded by making his
dick swell within me. I played with his nipples too, and felt around behind
me where I could feel his balls nestled in a little cave formed by his two
legs and my ass cheeks.

When I was as comfortable as I could imagine being, I began to lift myself
off of his dick. A shiny filament of precum stretched from the tip of my
dick to his belly. I concentrated on where his dick was inside of me and
stopped when I thought the head was about to emerge. Then I reversed course
and lowered myself again.

"Oh, yeah! That's so great!" he hissed.

I smiled my pleasure at him and continued the slow up and down movement of
my hips. I had my hands pressed flat against his chest to give myself a
small amount of support and leverage, and he helped me lift up with his
hands at the sides of my butt. I discovered I could control whether or not
his dick hit my prostate by the angle of my body. I also saw precum was
running down my dick.

After I had been doing that for quite a while, Phil said, "Let's change
positions and give your knees a rest. Lie down on me."

I did as he told me, grabbing a quick kiss. I saw him grab a pillow and
felt him place it behind my butt. He grabbed it with both hands, pulled me
against him, and told me, "I'm going to roll us over so you'll be on the
bottom. Wrap your legs around me as we go over. I want to stay inside you
and I think this'll work. I'm gonna do it right now!"

Over we went. I ended up on the bottom with a pillow under my butt and my
legs wrapped around his waist. He was still inside of me, having come out
until just the head was inside as we rolled and slid back in as we
settled. It seemed like most of his weight was pressed against my perineum
and asshole, but that lessened quickly as he got up on his hands and
knees. He smiled a "We did it!" at me and kissed me as he began to slide
his dick in and out of my asshole very slowly.

Periodically, his belly would rub against my dick, and on every second or
third repetition his dick head would slide across my prostate. We kissed
continuously at the same time. All of it caused me to build very slowly
towards an orgasm, one that I wanted to put off as long as possible. I
liked the feel of him inside of me too much for it to end any sooner than
it had to.  When I thought I wouldn't be able to last much longer, I
squeezed him against me with my legs, pulled my mouth away from his, and
said, "I'm too close. I'm gonna cum and I don't want to yet."

"I don't want it to end yet either. Let go of me with your legs."

When I did, he pulled his dick out of me. I thought he must have
misunderstood! I wanted him inside me longer and now he was gone! But I was
the one who didn't understand. He pulled on my side so I would roll over
onto my belly. As soon as I did, he spread my legs and slid his dick back
into me. I felt him lie prone on top of me, pressing me down with just a
fraction of his weight except at my butt where he was pressed firmly
against me and into me.  As he started to work his hands under my chest, I
realized what he wanted and lifted up, allowing his hands easy access. He
ended up supporting himself on his elbows and hugging me against him. He
began to lick the back of my ear as his dick resumed its slow in and out
motion.

I could still feel the pleasure of having him inside me, but his dick was
not making contact with my prostate and my dick was not being stimulated. I
could concentrate on the pleasure which the rubbing of his dick shaft
against my asshole was giving me and the fullness which came from having
him inside of me. We stayed like that for a very long time. I basked in
continual erotic pleasure and I hoped he was doing the same.

Eventually he whispered to me, "I'm getting close. I have to stop for a
while if you don't want to cum yet."

"I'm ready now," I told him.

Again he pulled out, giving me that terrible feeling of emptiness. But I
knew what to do. I rolled onto my back and stuffed a pillow under my
butt. He lifted and spread my legs and delivered his dick to my waiting
hand. I guided it to my asshole and he slid it straight into me, pressing
his pubic hair firmly against my perineum.

"Lube your dick and my belly," he told me, and I did. He established a
steady rhythm immediately, rubbing my prostate each time he slid his dick
into me and rubbing my dick with his belly on the outstroke.

I had been so close to an orgasm for so long that I exploded without
warning. When he knew it was happening for me, he increased his speed and
began to cum shortly after I finished. We were both exhausted when he
finished. Unable to move, we stayed as we were as he kissed me one more
time.

Some time later, well after I had felt his dick fall out of my asshole, he
said, "We need to get a shower or your parents'll be able to smell the sex
on us."

I laughed at that. We untangled ourselves and showered together, and
although we couldn't keep our hands off of each other's dicks, neither of
us got hard.

Phil put my bicycle in the back of the Explorer and drove me most of the
way home, stopping just before the house came into sight and letting me get
home ahead of him.  He said he wanted to drive around and finish cooling
off for the half hour that was left before he was due to come for dinner.

When I got to the house, Mom took one look at me and said, "Where did you
get those clothes?"  I knew no matter what I had spent the afternoon doing,
I had just been instantly changed back into her little boy.


To be continued
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