Date: Tue, 09 May 2000 09:35:33 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Summer of My 15th Year" 31 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 31

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 31

Ted fucked me twice more the week he was
home for his spring break. The first time
was Monday night. I had enjoyed playing
around with Brian, but I also wanted to
have time with Ted alone, and I wanted that
time to include sex. The sexual part of our
relationship had been something very
private between us even though we had
sometimes included others in it. I wanted
to reestablish that sense of privacy. The
second time was on Sunday night before he
went back to school.

Having Ted home for that week helped me
quite a lot. Not only did he mow about half
my yards for me, but he arranged for me to
spend two evenings and all night Friday
with Phil. The evenings were the most
difficult to arrange. They involved finding
out when Phil would get home, a problem
since he didn't know how late he would have
to work until he loaded his truck in the
morning. Since it was impossible for Phil
to let me know while I was in school, Ted
suggested Phil call him in the mornings and
he would take it from there. When I told
Phil during our daily phone conversation on
Monday night, he was very upset.

"You mean your brother knows about us?"

"Yeah, he does. I tell him everything. He
tells me too."

"And he's cool with it? I can't believe
it!"

"He's always watched out for me. That's
what he's like."

"Yeah, but helping you get over here so I
can fuck you is a lot more than just
watching out for you. My brother sure as
hell never would have done it!"

"Ted's always helped me out. I'm telling
you. This is really ok. It was his idea."

"His idea! I dunno if I can handle this."

"I don't understand what's got you all
worked up. Ted and I got it all set up. You
just have to call him in the morning and
tell him what time you're gonna get home.
Then he'll bring me as soon after you get
home as he can. Unless it's gonna be too
late."

In the end he agreed to call starting right
away on Tuesday morning.

Since he would be in early that first
night, Ted told Dad we were both going to
Del's. Dad had been so completely absorbed
in his new project since Brian painted our
heads for him that he hardly noticed we
were gone. He didn't even remind Ted that I
had to be in by ten, my weekday curfew.

"I wanna go in and meet Phil for real when
we get there," Ted said. "He seemed like he
was awful nervous on the phone this
mornin'."

So they met face to face. As soon as we
were inside, I kissed Phil hello. He
already looked nervous, and the kiss
apparently made it worse. I kissed him in
front of Ted to show him Ted wasn't having
a problem about us. Ted shook his hand
right after I delivered the kiss and talked
for a few minutes before he left. By then
Phil seemed a lot calmer.

"I was sure your brother was just setting
us up so he could beat the hell out of me,"
Phil told me.

"Why would he do that?" I asked as I
started unbuttoning Phil's shirt.

"Because I'm fucking his kid brother!"

"And his kid brother loves it. He knows
that. Don't sweat it." I kissed him again,
this time with tongue. "We only got until
quarter to ten. Let's get moving!"

Phil kissed me back, also with tongue. When
I felt his crotch, his hardon told me he
was past being nervous. He must have
dressed in a hurry after his shower because
when I got all of his clothes off, I found
his hair was slightly damp all over. I told
him I'd lick him dry and tried to live up
to my promise.

When I finally let him move, he went
straight for my asshole. I had told him how
much I liked having him inside of me, so he
tried to stay there one way or another for
much of the time we spent in bed. He rimmed
me long enough to loosen me up and then
slid his finger into me to begin the long
slow assault on my prostate. While I
preferred to have his dick there instead of
his finger, the finger was still a good
second choice. He rubbed my prostate slowly
and lightly as he licked and touched other
parts of my body. Precum began to flow from
my dick as soon as he got his finger into
me, and from time to time his mouth would
travel across my belly to lick it up. I
returned the favor when it was my turn,
sucking the precum out of his foreskin and
licking it up wherever it had run.

We had learned that his keeping just one
finger inside me as we went through our
long period of foreplay actually loosened
me up enough that he could penetrate me
with his dick without stretching my asshole
any further or causing me any pain at all.
Just before we switched his dick for his
finger, he lubed me thoroughly while I
rolled a rubber onto him. Then I lay on my
back with my legs spread and he settled
into me, sliding in his dick in a slow
steady motion until it was completely
inside of me. Once he was firmly seated, I
wrapped my legs around him and pulled him
tightly against me.

At first he stayed still as we caressed and
kissed each other. I was more limited in
what I could reach than he was since I was
pinned to the bed by his dick, but I had
learned there were many things I could do
in the areas I could reach which would
increase his pleasure. He, in turn, played
my body like a familiar instrument.

When he began moving his hips, it was to
create friction on my sphincter and the
other muscles of my asshole and on my dick
which he rubbed with his belly. He saved
rubbing the head of his dick along my
prostate until the very last when he was
approaching his own orgasm. By then I was
breathless with pleasure and ready to be
pushed over the edge. I plastered my mouth
to his, slid my tongue into it, and came
all over our bellies.

As my own orgasm began to subside, I felt
his start with the sudden swelling of his
dick inside of me and the grinding of his
pubic hair against my perineum. I tried to
increase his pleasure by tightening my
sphincter muscle around his dick. When he
was finished, he half collapsed on me and
broke our kiss. I pressed my mouth against
his neck and continued to hold him against
me until I felt his dick slip out of me.

We continued to lie as we were, enjoying
the afterglow until Phil moved with a jerk
and said, "It's five past ten!"

He was off of me and out of the bed in a
flash with the rubber dangling from his
dick. He pulled me by the hand to get me up
as well. I was not moving as quickly,
partly because my legs had been spread wide
for quite a long time. My muscles needed a
minute to adjust to the new demands being
made on them.

Phil looked out of the window and told me,
"Your brother's waiting. Hurry up!" He
noticed he was still wearing the rubber so
he pulled it off.

I hurried as fast as I could, kissing Phil
good bye and running down the steps to
Ted's car.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" I told him as I got
in.

"No problem. Chances are Dad won't even
notice," Ted said as he pulled away. "You
smell like sex."

"I'm covered with cum under my clothes. We
just got finished."

"You guys been fuckin' for almost three
hours? I bet your asshole'll be sore
tomorrow."

"It'll be worth it if it is. D'ya fuck
Del?"

"Does the sun rise in the east? Of course."

"Was he surprised to see you?"

"Yeah, but glad. I told him I'd try to get
back to see another night too. He said any
night'd do. I woulda tried to get together
with him again while I was home even if you
didn't need an alibi."

"Thanks for doing this. It was really great
tonight."

"Glad to help out. Phil calm down any?
Guess he must have if you got fucked."

"Yeah, he did. He's cool with it now."

"Good. Work at makin' him comfortable with
me knowin' about you two, ok? If he's as
nice a guy as you keep tellin' me, he
deserves not to worry about it."

"He really is. I will."

As it happened, Dad was still in his studio
when we got home, so I was able to sneak
upstairs and get into the shower. From what
Ted said about how strongly I smelled of
sex, that was a good thing.

Thursday was the other evening I got to
spend with Phil, and all night Friday. Ted
and Phil had talked on the phone each
morning when Phil called to give him his
expected quitting time. Ted told me they
had talked a short time each day, and
Thursday night Phil told me how much Ted
had gone out of his way to make him feel
comfortable about the whole situation.

I was late again on Thursday night, so Ted
had to wait for me again. He told me he
didn't mind, and I believed him. I knew he
would have told me if he had. We also
thought we had gotten away with it since
Dad was in his studio when we came in. But
at dinner on Friday night, he said, "You
were late getting in last night."

I didn't have an excuse ready because I
hadn't expected to need one. I froze like a
deer caught in someone's headlights.

Ted came to my rescue. "You ought to try
tearin' them away from that computer. They
had this game goin' when I got there and by
the time they finished it, it was after
ten. I guess I coulda made Sport leave, but
they were havin' so much fun I just didn't.
Sorry."

"Well, I guess it won't hurt for you to be
out later than usual once in a while," Dad
said to me as I began breathing and eating
again.

"They'll probably be up all night tonight,"
Ted added.

"Oh? Are you spending the night over
there?" Dad asked me.

"He does every Friday, doesn't he?" Ted
asked.

"I hadn't really noticed," Dad said, "but I
guess he does."

I gave Ted a look that said "I owe you" and
he returned it with one I understood to
mean "big time". We both knew he had just
arranged it so Dad would expect me to spend
every Friday at Phil's in the future.

"We were playing with some of the stuff Mom
sent," I told Dad. The lie came easily to
my lips.

Mom's company received dozens of copies all
kinds of software, particularly computer
games. She said they were supposed to be
samples but the truth was they were really
bribes. Not a big enough bribe, she said,
to cause you to do something you wouldn't
have done without it, but enough of a bribe
that you would remember the name of the
company that sent it when you might not
otherwise. She had been sending me packages
full of software regularly, and I had
shared it with the foursome. We probably
had more computer games than any other kids
alive. After Phil had had dinner with us,
she sent him a package of software as well.

"I'm glad Phil's enjoying it," Dad replied.
"He seemed like a nice guy."

Since Dad knew nothing about software and
didn't want to know anything, that was the
last that was said about it. Which was what
I had expected would happen when I brought
it up.

When Ted pulled up at Phil's to drop me
off, I asked him to come in.

"Sure I won't be cuttin' into your fuckin'
time," Sport?" he asked me in a tone of
voice that let me know he was just giving
me a hard time.

I decided to give as good as I was getting.
"Hey, I didn't mean for you to stay long.
Two-three minutes, tops."

Phil was considerably more comfortable than
he had been on Tuesday and offered Ted a
beer, which he accepted. He then offered me
one, glancing out of the corner of his eye
to see if Ted had any reaction. I turned it
down, saying I'd just have a few swallows
of his.

"You gotta watch him," Ted said. "He'll
drink your whole beer that way and swear he
only had a taste. Does it to me all the
time."

"Bull!" I replied. "I never!"

"Yeah, I've noticed he's got a lot of
tricks like that," Phil replied. "Regular
little sneak."

"Listen to this!" I said, sounding
indignant but actually glad they were
working together against me.

"Sneak! You don't even know the half of
it," Ted said.

"Well, you've known him longer than I
have," Phil replied.

"Hey, this is me you're talking about!
You're talking like I'm not even here!"

"He ever tell you about the time he pushed
me into an ice-cold swimmin' pool?" Ted
asked.

"I didn't push you! You jumped! You
couldn't even wait 'til it got warmed up!"

"Sounds like the kind of trick he'd pull,"
Phil said, nodding his head in a knowing
way.

"And another time he had this bunch he runs
with gang up on me in the pool and steal my
suit. It was really embarrassin'."

"You stole their suits! You! Not them!" I
jabbed my finger at Ted.

"Oh man, that is really low! You're lucky
they didn't do you any permanent damage,"
Phil said, shaking his head from side to
side. "You coulda ended up with a high
voice or something."

"And he just took over my mowin' business.
One day it was mine, the next day it was
his. Never paid me a cent for the mower or
any of it."

"Now that is a lie! Just a plain lie!" I
was really getting into it. I stood up to
add emphasis. "And you know it!"

"I wondered how he could afford a mower
like the one he uses. I use ta see you on
it last year. Now I know," Phil said.

"But you know one thing?" Ted asked.

"What?" Phil replied.

"Yeah, what!" I leaned over the table and
yelled into Ted's face.

"He sure is cuddly," he said as he smiled
at me.

Phil grabbed me by the hip, pulled me
toward him, wrapped his arm around my hips
to hold me against him, and kissed me on
the belly through my T-shirt. "Yeah, I
noticed that," he said. He continued to rub
his cheek against my belly.

I draped my arm across Phil's shoulder and
started playing with his ear.

"I gotta go," Ted said as he stood up.

We followed him to the door still holding
onto each other.

"You guys have fun," Ted said as he slipped
out the door.

As soon as it was closed, I pulled loose
from Phil's arm, yelled, "Sneak, huh?" in
his face, and jabbed him in both sides with
my index fingers.

Down he went, holding his sides. I was on
him in a flash, trying to tickle him. He
rolled around to escape me, laughing all
the while.

"I can't believe you sat there and agreed
with him!"

"Hey, it was just a joke," Phil replied in
gasps as he tried to get his breath.

"I'll show you a joke," I told him as I
tried to tickle him again.

He grabbed my arms and wrestled with me
until he had me pinned.

"Please don't tickle me," I whined.

"Singing a different tune now, aren't ya."

He forced my arms down to the floor and
straddled me with his butt in my face. Once
he had my arms trapped between his legs and
my sides, he let go of my wrists. I
wondered what he was going to do. Then I
felt him opening my belt. I tried to put up
a fight, not because I wanted him to stop,
but because I wanted to keep the joke
going.

"No, no, anything but that!" I pleaded.

"Now you're at my mercy!" he replied,
catching the joke right away.

"Help! Help!" I whispered while continuing
to struggle.

"There's no help coming. You're mine, all
mine," he said as he pulled off my shoes
and then my pants and shorts. He took my
already hard dick into his mouth and began
to bob his head up and down on it. I knew
he meant for me to cum as fast as he could
make it happen, so I gave in to it
completely. In two or perhaps three minutes
I was shooting into his mouth.

A few minutes later he raised his head from
my dick and rolled over sideways. He was
lying on the floor beside me but with his
head near my feet. I crawled on top of him
and whispered in his ear, "Thanks. I needed
that."

He laughed. "I'm really glad you're here."

"Me too," I told him as I slid my tongue
into his ear.

We didn't even turn on his computer while I
was there, but we had played quite a few
games by the time I left. I just made it to
Steve's for lunch at one o'clock.


To be continued
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