Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2000 11:14:45 CDT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 38 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 38 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. ___________ Chapter 38 Not only did Phil let me drive almost half of the way to the beach, but after I had been behind the wheel for about an hour, he went to sleep. I felt very complimented. I didn't wake him until I pulled into a gas station a half-hour or so from the motel. "I guess I crashed on you," he told me as I stopped the Explorer at a gas pump. "Yeah, but lucky for you I didn't crash." I stuck my tongue out at him to make my point. "You needed the sleep if you're gonna be any good later." "Yeah, I guess I do owe you one after you taking care of me on the road," he told me with an evil grin. "I figure you owe me at least one," I said. "I gotta go pee. You pay for gas, remember? That means you get to pump it too." "I'm good at pumping things." "Oh, yeah?" I was actually surprised he had awakened in such a playful mood. "Maybe we should go visit the can together. I can lay my hands on the lube real quick." "Hand job not good enough for you, huh?" "If I wanted a hand job, I could take care of it myself." Phil started to say something but stopped with his mouth half open. I noticed that his gaze moved off of me to something behind me. I turned around to meet the stony-faced glare of this old guy who was getting into his car. He continued to glare at us out of the window as he started his car and drove off. "Think he heard us?" I asked. "Yeah, I think he did. Guess we better be a little more careful." He had a sheepish grin on his face which suggested he wasn't all that upset. I went to the restroom alone, meeting Phil as I came out. He handed me the car keys. At first I thought he meant for me to drive, but I decided since we were coming into town, it would be better if he drove. I was sitting in the passenger's seat when he returned to the car. It turned out our room at the motel had a king size bed. "Look, a play pen!" I yelled as I jumped to the middle of it. "They're gonna come put the rails around it in a few minutes." "To keep you in?" "So neither one of us falls off." He grabbed me by the foot and pulled so I landed on my back in the middle of the bed. He held my foot as he got onto the bed, releasing it as he crawled up me until we were face to face. Then he kissed me. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue and wrapped my arms around him to pull him against me. A few minutes later when we finished kissing, he asked, "Dinner, shower, walk on the beach in the moonlight, sex here in this bed or shower, dinner, walk, sex. Pick one." "How about sex, shower, dinner, walk, sex?" "Too sweaty for sex before a shower." "Wouldn'ta been if we hadn't had the windows down." "I like riding with the windows down unless it's killer hot. You got something against fresh air?" "No, but I hate to miss an opportunity for sex." "You don't have to miss any opportunities. You can jerk off before we eat or before we shower or both times if you want to." "Thanks a lot. Sex means doing it with another person." He made a show of looking around the room. "Far as I can see, there's nobody else here who's available for sex right now. So it doesn't look to me like you're missing any opportunities. Let's shower first and then go eat." The shower developed into something more, as I thought it would because of Phil's playful mood. We both got hard as we lathered each other, and by the time we were clean the washing had turned into caressing. We kissed and touched each other under the heavy fall of water from the shower head. Saving water was clearly not one of this motel's priorities. After a while Phil dropped to his knees and began to suck my dick. I loved it, especially as foreplay, but I wanted to be able to touch him too. But Phil was going for the prize. I came in his mouth in just a few minutes. When I was finished, he stood and gave me a taste, but he wouldn't let me return the favor. "I owed you that one from today," he said. "I'm saving the rest for later. Let's go get some dinner." We pulled on shorts, T-shirts, and shoes. I didn't bother with underpants and neither did Phil, something which was unusual for him. He tended to hang long, so the swinging of his dick as he walked was visible against the supple material of his shorts. I noticed a few pair of eyes target his crotch as we walked to the restaurant the desk clerk had recommended. After we ate, Phil paying and making an issue of my having agreed to him doing it, we walked to the beach and down to the water's edge. I had never actually been to the ocean before, my parents preferring to vacation inland, so I was very excited about seeing it for the first time. I hadn't told Phil that before. He was pleased he was the one to show it to me. I was disappointed there wasn't much in the way of surf, but waves were rolling up the beach. We took off our shoes and carried them as we walked in the water. We had the beach pretty much to ourselves. After a minute I reached out and took Phil's hand. "This ok, you think?" "Sure," he said, squeezing my hand and continuing to hold it. We were walking for quite a while and were away from the built-up area when we came to a place where the dunes extended almost to the water's edge. There was a sign saying the beach beyond this point was clothing optional. "This the nude beach you were talking about?" I asked. "This is it." "You really just go out there naked in front of other people? And they're naked too?" "They don't have to be naked. That's what optional means. Some wear suits. But lots of people are naked." "Men and women both?" "Yeah, and kids. At least here. Further down there's an area where it's just guys." "I might be able to do it easier if it's just guys." "If people looking at you is what you're worried about, this end'd be better. Here people will just glance at you. Down there they'll stare." "Oh. Yeah, I guess so." I was embarrassed that I hadn't understood at first. I decided to make up for it. "Guess I better start getting use to it." I let go of Phil's hand and pulled my shorts down, trying to step out of them without getting them wet and only partially succeeding. After I pulled my T over my head, I gathered shorts and T into a bundle with my shoes and took hold of Phil's hand again. The idea of walking up the beach naked began to give me a hardon. "You know, you don't have to get use to it. We can stay on the textile beach." "No, you want to be on the nude beach and I kinda like the idea. But what if I get a hardon? Like the one I'm getting now." "Yeah, I see it. If it happens, it happens. But I bet it won't. It's never happened to me. You almost never see guys getting hard out on the beach. Just a sec." Phil pulled off his own shorts and T, bundled them with his shoes, and took my hand again. "It makes a difference if you're not the only one too. It doesn't really have anything to do with sex." "If you think walking down this beach naked with you doesn't have anything to do with sex, then you need to think about it some more." "Well, ok. You're right. But tomorrow it won't be just you and me and we won't be holding hands." "But it's just us now." I stopped and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Want to go in the water?" "Yeah, I do! Let's put our stuff up the beach a ways where the water won't get to it." We picked a place for our clothes that would be easy to spot when we came back. Then we ran into the water, splashing each other as we went. We kept moving out until the water was about chest deep but the swells didn't cover our heads. Then we wrestled and played around for about half an hour, dunking each other and playing a version of grabass that included the whole body. My first mouthful of water was a surprise because while I knew the ocean was salty, I had had no idea just how salty it was. I stayed hard and Phil got hard too after I grabbed his dick a few times. When I began to tire, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and kissed him, driving my tongue into his mouth. He took hold of the cheeks of my butt and pulled me against him as well. The water trapped between us acted like a lubricant as our dicks rubbed against each other. I began to slide up and down against him causing our dicks to rub each other even more. After a short while, Phil broke a kiss to say, "We're going to drown if we keep this up." "I don't want to stop." "Let's just get out of the water, ok?" "Ok," I replied, not releasing my hold on him and pressing my mouth against his again. Phil carried me out of the water and dropped to his knees above the high-water mark. He fell forward letting my back fall to the sand and falling with me because of my grip on him. We were against the side of a dune rather than on the more level part of the beach so Phil had to dig in his feet to keep us where we were. I continued to hump against him, rubbing my dick against his dick and belly and his dick against mine. He kept his hold on my butt, pulling me back up the dune as I slid down. I was surprised by the degree of excitement I felt. All I could think about was cumming. I pressed my mouth against his so tightly that I couldn't breathe and I knew he couldn't either. We only broke to steal quick gasps of air as we rubbed our dicks harder and harder against each other. I know I sucked the air out of his lungs when I came. He pulled his mouth from mine and I heard myself draw in a ragged breath of air as I shot my cum onto his belly. Phil continued to grind his crotch against me as I came. When I was finished, I pushed him off of me. I knew he hadn't cum and I wanted him to. I forced him onto his back against the side of the dune and slid down its face so I could take his dick into my mouth. I tasted the salt water and my own cum and felt some sand as I sucked in his dick. I sucked him hard, pulling his foreskin off the head, forcing the head of his dick into my throat, and pressing my lips against his pubic hair. He caught the spirit of what I was doing and began to push his hips forward until he was fucking my mouth. When he came, he took hold of my head and plunged his dick deep into my mouth, shooting down my throat. The head was so far into my throat that I didn't taste his cum until he pulled his dick out of my mouth. He collapsed beside me after the last spurt left his dick and took me in his arms. "You ok?" "Oh, yeah! I'm great!" I said, realizing just how exhausted I was at that moment. "I was afraid I hurt you. I kinda got out of control." "No, no problem. I'm fine," I told him as I hugged him back. "Where'd that come from? One minute we're playing around in the water and the next we're going at it like we were crazy." "I dunno. I never did it outside before." "Maybe we should do it outside more often then," Phil said with a laugh. I tried to push him away, though I didn't try very hard. "Like it's not good enough inside, huh?" He hugged me tighter. "No, I like it inside too. Especially when it's inside of you." "Humph," I said, smiling and going limp so I could cuddle against him even closer. He hugged me against him, rocking me gently for a minute. Then he said, "Don't get too comfortable. We got to walk back to the motel." "We could just sleep here," I said, not really meaning it. "Let's go. I need to wash off this cum too." He stood and pulled me to my feet. We ran back into the ocean. The water gave us back some of our energy, so we played around for a few minutes before we came out. When we looked for our clothes, we couldn't spot the landmark we had picked out. I began to wonder if many people came back to the motel naked in the middle of the night and what we would do it we actually couldn't find our clothes. But after a few minutes of near panic, we discovered we had moved down the beach while we were in the water so the place where we left our clothes was actually some distance off. Fortunately for us, it was in the direction of the motel, so we picked them up and continued to walk along naked and holding hands until we reached the sign warning that the beach ahead was textile rather than clothing optional. For some reason the message on the back of the sign warning everyone there would be clothed people ahead struck me as funny. Phil said he had never thought of it that way until I said it. "Imagine it, somebody naked suddenly coming across somebody wearing a bathing suit and screaming because he saw clothes. Not the way you'd think it would happen." We both laughed over it as we pulled our shorts on. I had been naked for so long that they felt strange. I didn't bother with my T and neither did Phil. When we got back to the room, we needed another shower to wash off the sand and the salt. We washed each other and both got hard, but neither of us had the energy to do more than fall into bed and go to sleep. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Previously posted chapters can be found at www.nifty.org in the gay male archive, incest category.