Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 07:48:17 CDT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 40 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 40 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 40 In the end I drifted off to sleep as well. When we woke, everything had dried. The lube and precum had virtually disappeared, but my cum was crusted on my belly and Phil's, and his dick was coated with the dry residue of his own. We showered together, arousing each other playfully, but hunger kept us from doing more. My stomach felt like an empty pit and Phil's growled loudly as I was lathering it, causing us both to laugh. Drying ourselves quickly, we pulled on fresh T's and shorts and headed to the nearest restaurant. It being late and most people apparently having eaten early so they could get their exhausted kids in bed, there were few diners besides ourselves. After we had placed our order, I told Phil, "I think the waiter was on the beach this morning." Phil turned to get another look at him as he poured ice tea at a table near us. "Could be. But we'd have to get him to drop his pants if we wanted to be sure." I laughed. "Yeah, I guess I did pay more attention to dicks than I did to faces." "So did I. Hey, it's why you go to the men's beach. If you just wanted to be nude, you could stay on the family beach." After we ate, we walked along the beach holding hands and talking off and on. The sky was completely clear. The moon, three- quarters full, provided plenty of light once we were away from the street lights. We stripped off our clothes when we came to the sign marking the beginning of the nude beach and continued to walk along the water's edge. We passed a couple, a man and a woman, also nude and playing in the surf. They waved at us so we waved back. "Think they knew we were two guys?" I asked. "Did you know it was a man and a woman?" Phil asked in return. "Sure!" "How?" "He had a hairy chest. And when he lifted her and threw her into the water, I could see her crotch. No dick. Kinda gives it away." "Well, if you could see that, then they could see us too. Two dicks means two guys. Kinda gives it away." "Real different attitude from the guy at the gas station." "Yep. For sure." We walked on, their shouts diminishing in volume behind us until we couldn't hear them at all. I was fascinated by the way the white tops of waves seemed to glow in the moonlight. I mentioned it to Phil. "Yeah, romantic, huh?" he said. "Yeah, it is." He stopped walking, slid his arm around me, and pulled me against him to kiss me. I wrapped both arms around him and pressed myself against him as he moved his mouth from mine to the side of my neck and continued to kiss me. My dick got hard immediately and I felt his dick do the same. I reached down to pull them both up between us, holding them together. I pressed my mouth against his shoulder. We stayed like that, kissing and hugging in the moonlight ignoring the passage of time as the waves washed over our feet. When we broke, Phil said, "I'm really glad you came." "Me too," I said, giving him one more hug before I released him. We walked back with our arms around each other's waists. After a while we began to hear a woman's voice. At first I couldn't understand what she was saying, but as we got closer we were able to see her as well as hear her. It turned out she was half of the couple we had passed, and they were lying on the sand half way between the water and the dunes. When we got closer still, we realized she was on her back with her knees bent and he was kneeling on the sand with his head between them. They were at an angle to the water so we were looking at his naked butt. They were very visible in the moonlight, so visible that I could see the shadow of his crack.. "What do we do?" I asked, wondering about intruding on them while they were so obviously having sex. "Just keep walking." "Don't you think they want to be alone?" "No. People who make love in the middle of a beach aren't looking for privacy. If they wanted that, they could've gone back in the dunes. Besides, they knew we'd be coming back. There's nothing in walking distance in the direction we were going." As he finished speaking, the woman let out a shriek and closed her legs around the head of her partner as she continued to make loud noises. "I think she just came," I said. "I sure hope so. If she didn't, we'll all go deaf when she does," Phil said with a laugh. I laughed too. I had decided they didn't know we were there. I certainly wouldn't have known if anyone had walked up on us the night before when I was sucking Phil against the dune. I wondered what they would do when they saw us. We were getting very close to them when she unclenched her legs from around his head, sat up, grabbed his ears, and kissed him. After the kiss, she hugged him against her with her head over his shoulder. That was when she spotted us. In fact, her eyes locked on mine. I wondered what her reaction would be. I could tell she said something to the guy but I couldn't hear what it was. "Hey, guys!" she yelled as she waved her arm over her head. The guy raised up on his knees and turned toward us, giving us a profile view of his hardon which was sticking straight out from his belly. He waved as well, yelling, "Great night, ain't it?" "Sure is," we yelled back, waving at them too. "Y'all take care, ya hear?" he yelled back as the woman leaned forward and took the whole length of his dick into her mouth, sliding it in and out a few times before she released it. I was stunned by their lack of concern with our being there, but Phil just yelled back, "Y'all too." We were just abreast of them then. We watched her lie back on the sand while still holding his dick. He leaned forward over her and supported himself on his outstretched arms as he moved his hips toward her and she guided his dick into her. We watched it sink into her all the way and heard her moan, "Oh, yesss!" He established a fucking rhythm right away. By this time we were walking forward but looking over our shoulders at them. We watched them fuck for as long as we could see them before we turned to look in the direction we were walking. "He had a pretty good size dick," I said. "I was surprised when she took the whole thing into her mouth. But she didn't suck him long. I would've thought she would have since he just did it to her." I realized I had a hardon. I looked at Phil's dick. He was on his way to getting one too. "Yeah, he did. She was probably just making sure there wasn't any sand on it. You sure don't want anybody sandpapering your hole whether you're male or female," he replied. He hugged me against his side as we walked. I laughed. "Guess he already made sure there wasn't any sand inside of her." Phil laughed too. "Probably true." "I think they liked us seeing them." "I know they did. Would've probably liked it even better if we'd've stayed a while. Or even joined in." "I don't think I want anybody to be watching us." "That's good because I wasn't planning on giving anybody the chance." "But it coulda happened last night." "That's true. We'll have to be more careful next time." Just then we heard the woman shriek behind us. "There she goes again," Phil said with a laugh. When we reached the border of the textile beach, we pulled on our shorts but continued to carry our shoes and T's. It wasn't very far to our motel, at least when compared to the distance we had already walked. "Seeing them fucking back there kinda gave me an idea," Phil said as we neared the motel. He had just then let go of my hand. "Yeah? So tell me. I'm all ears." "I was hoping at least part of you was asshole." "I can be an asshole sometimes," I said, walking right into it and then laughing at myself when I realized what I'd said. "You know what I mean," I added. "Yeah, I do," he said in a tone of voice that suggested I had been that kind of an asshole sometimes too, which was true. I decided not to be that kind right then. "The part of me that's all ears wants to hear more about what you plan to do with the part that's asshole." "Wait and see." Phil unlocked the door to our room and went in. I followed him and was just closing the door when he spun me around and pressed my back against the door causing it to slam shut. His mouth was on mine immediately and his tongue poked against my lips. He slid his hand around my waist and under the waistband of my shorts, forcing it down between my butt and the door. His finger found my asshole and moved into it easily, aided by the small amount of lube remaining inside me from our afternoon's fun. My own dick shot up. I dropped my shoes and T onto the floor and began to push down his shorts. He was pushing at mine with one hand but not having much success. I helped him with them after I had pushed his down. He pulled his crotch back from mine just long enough to let our shorts drop and then he was pressing me against the door again with the full length of his body. He grasped my butt cheek with his free hand and began to pull up. It took me a minute to figure out what he wanted. When I did, I held tight around his neck and lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist. His finger moved more deeply into me and began to rub my prostate. Waves of pleasure began to radiate outward from behind my balls. Suddenly Phil pulled my back away from the door and turned us around, walking toward the bed but taking very small steps. I worried that I was too heavy for him. Breaking our kiss, I asked, "You ok?" "My shorts are wrapped around my ankles," he told me. That struck me as funny. I chuckled as I looked at the full length mirror on the wall next to the luggage rack. There we were, me wrapped around Phil and Phil doing a little dance as he tried to release at least one of his feet from the constricting shorts. "It's hard to rape somebody who's giggling," Phil said, giggling as well. "Hey, I could put up a fight if that's what you want. But not if you keep doing that." Phil was giving my prostate a serious massage with his finger. "Nah, the surprise is shot now. We'll just have to do it straight." He leaned over the bed, telling me to let go of him. I ended up on my back with my legs spread. He kept his finger deeply buried inside me, rubbing to keep up my level of interest. He sat on the edge of the bed and, opening the drawer in the night table, pulled out the tube of lube and a rubber. As he was opening the rubber with his mouth and one hand, I wiggled over to him and began to suck his dick. I wasn't up to anything subtle with the stimulation he was giving me so I just deep throated him, twisting my mouth and squeezing with my lips as I pistoned back and forth. "I just ripped this rubber trying to get it out! I can't concentrate with you doing that!" I couldn't see what he was doing from the position I was in, but from the way his body moved I guessed he had reached for another rubber. I just kept up what I was doing to his dick and he continued to rub my prostate. "Damn! I ripped another one!" He pulled his finger out of me. I raised my head to complain as he stood up. "I'm never gonna get a rubber on with you doing that! Here, lube yourself up while I put this thing on." He tossed me the open tube of lube. As I watched him open the wrapper of the rubber, successfully at last, I shoved the end of the tube into my asshole and squeezed, squirting a large gob of cool gel up my ass. I held out the tube to him. "I can't believe you did that!" he said, taking the tube, squeezing a dab onto his dick, and rubbing it around with his finger. A large drop of precum formed on the end as he did and dropped to the floor, trailing behind it the glistening streamer which kept it connected to his dick until it was just short of the floor. "I thought we were in a hurry here," I said. "I'm sure in a hurry!" "I'm hurrying as fast as I can," he said as he rolled the rubber down his dick and lubed up the outside. "My hands are shaking." I pulled my legs up and spread them as I rolled around on the bed until I was on my back with my butt at the edge of the bed and my asshole pointed at Phil. He grabbed my calves. "Aim my dick at your hole," he told me. I did as he said. When it touched down, there was no pause. He slid two inches straight into me. "Uhh!" I said. Instantly concerned, Phil asked, "You ok?" "No, I gotta have at least another inch right away!" His concerned look was replaced with a smile as he gave me another inch. I felt the familiar pressure on my prostate return. "Ahh!" I said. "More?" "All of it! Right now!" He gave it to me. The feeling of his dick moving into me was intense. I forced my head back so far that my shoulders lifted from the bed. I grabbed handfuls of the sheet and moaned loud. "Oh yeah!" I yelled. I felt Phil's hands slide down my legs to the sides of my butt. My knees bent, draping my legs over his arms. He held me tight as he began to fuck me in earnest, long strokes in and out. There was some stimulation of my prostate as the head of his dick dragged back and lunged forward over it, but the main thing I needed right then was to be filled up. And he was filling me up repeatedly. When I finally opened my eyes to look at him, I knew he wasn't going to last long. His eyes were closed and his own head was thrown back. The muscles in his neck and arms stood out from the strain of supporting my butt off the bed and maintaining the rhythm of his fucking. I knew when he began to cum both from the strangled sound he made and from the swelling of his dick inside of me as he drove it all the way in. He came hard, making a sound with each shot. I grabbed my own dick, needing to cum too, but as soon as he was finished, he pulled out of me and pushed my hand off of my dick. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and began to suck my dick. In no time at all I filled his mouth with my cum. When I was finished, he climbed onto the bed. I wiggled on my back and he continued to crawl on his hands and knees beside me until we were both entirely on the bed. Then he kissed me, licking my tongue and giving me a taste of my own cum. When we finished, he rolled onto his back using the top of my arm as a pillow. I rolled on my side toward him. I was surprised to see he was still wearing the rubber full of cum. I pulled it off and threw it onto the floor. "That was great," I told him. "I thought so too," he said drowsily. "We can't go to sleep like this." "Why not?" "We're laying cross ways on the bed." "Yeah, so?" He had opened his eyes. "We might want a cover or something later. And we got to turn out the lights." Grumbling, Phil moved so his head was at the top of the bed. He reached out and turned off the light. "That suit you?" "Yeah," I told him as I snuggled up against him and lay my arm across his chest. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. 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