Date: Sat, 05 Aug 2000 16:26:35 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 41 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 41

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 41

The next day we bought sandwiches and drinks for
lunch at a grocery store and packed a cooler to
take with us to the beach. We parked in the same
spot. I was in a playful mood and had stripped off
my shorts and T as we were driving.

Phil laughed at me. "I guess I'm lucky you didn't
just take them off while we were eating
breakfast."

"I like being naked. I feel like we only put
clothes on yesterday to move from one place where
we were gonna to be naked to another one. Except
for when we were eating."

"Well, we could've stayed in a clothing optional
guesthouse if I'd've known you were going to
suddenly turn nudist on me."

"You're kidding! You mean a motel where everybody
just goes naked?"

"Not kidding. More like a hotel though, cuz it's
got to be private. There are two of them here.
They have patios and pools and everything. Real
luxurious."

"I dunno if I could handle that. Being naked in a
place like that with a lot of people you don't
know. Seems different from just being on a nude
beach out in the open. You ever stayed at one?"

"Yeah, I did one time. Not much different from the
beach. You don't know any of the guys there
either."

"Seems like it would be easier to get a hardon.
Like yesterday, it was just funny when I started
to get hard putting on the sunscreen. But if I got
hard inside like that, maybe it would seem like I
was interested in a guy or something."

"Yeah, the atmosphere in a guesthouse is kinda
sexually charged. Some guys do come there just for
sex."

I wanted to ask if that was why Phil had stayed
there, but instead I said, "I'm glad we're staying
where we are."

When we got to the parking area, Phil pulled into
almost the same spot we had used the day before. I
slipped the elastic band with the extra car key
onto my wrist, got out, and started to gather up
our towels and other things. Phil got out of his
side, pulled off his bathing suit, and picked up
the cooler.

As we were walking through the dunes to the beach,
I told Phil, "Ya know, last night you looked a
little pink, like you got some sunburn. But now
you don't at all."

"I'm lucky like that. If I wear sunscreen like we
did yesterday, usually I get a little pink but it
turns brown overnight."

"You don't look like you're any darker today than
yesterday."

"I am, though. Wait and see. I'll get pink again
today but tomorrow it'll be gone again. There's
just nothing to compare it to when it's all over.
Except my arms and part of my legs, and they're
darker, not lighter."

We walked through the family beach, again looking
at everyone and having everyone look at us. I was
looking for the couple we had seen fucking the
night before, but if they were there, I didn't
recognize them. For some reason thinking about
them excited me, as if they had made us part of
what they did by the way they reacted to our being
there. My dick began to respond to my thoughts, so
I forced my mind off that subject before it got
fully hard.

We spread our towels in the same place we had the
day before and smeared on our sunscreen. I didn't
rub myself long enough to start getting hard, but
when I began rubbing the sunscreen on Phil's back,
my dick responded.

"Can't take you anywhere," Phil said when he
noticed my impending hardon.

"Hey, can I help it if I like touching you?"

"I sure hope not! How about playing in the water
for awhile? Seems like the only muscle that's been
getting any exercise since we got here is my
dick."

"You complaining?" I asked as we walked toward the
surf.

"Not really," he replied with a big grin.

We horsed around in the water for quite a while,
diving through the waves and wrestling with each
other. Swimming was impossible near shore with the
waves breaking constantly, so Phil taught me how
to body surf. I learned quickly not to ride the
wave too far up the beach after I dragged my dick
along the sandy bottom several times coming in.

"Wimp!" Phil said as I told him about my problem.

"Yeah, well mine doesn't have a neat little cover
to protect it like yours does."

"Wasn't my idea to cut yours off. Besides, sand
gets inside that too."

"I guess everybody's got their own kind of
problems," I said in an exaggerated voice as I
hung my head and shook it from side to side
slowly.

"Life's tough all over, that's for sure," Phil
said, copying my actions.

A few more rides into the beach was enough for
both of us. We walked to our towels, drying off
and spreading more sunscreen on ourselves. This
time I didn't get hard even though I goosed Phil
while I was smearing it on his butt.

Fully greased up, we settled on our towels to work
on our tans, turning periodically to expose every
part of our bodies to the sun.

We didn't seem to have been there very long before
I started to get hungry, so I said to Phil, "How
about lunch?"

"Sounds great to me. Wonder what time it is."

"It's lunch time. My stomach just told me," I
replied as I started pulling food out of the
cooler.

We made short work of it and then settled back to
get more sun. Phil went to sleep almost
immediately. I nearly did, but every time I would
begin to drift off, something would catch my
attention. Often it was just a guy walking along
the beach. But after a while a group of guys
arrived carrying a net and a bag of equipment.
Still stretched out flat on my towel, I watched
them set up the net.

Phil woke up when they began to pound the pegs
into the sand to support the net and rolled onto
his back to give the sun equal time on his front
half. I turned over at the same time.

We watched the guys play and commented on the
bodies of the players. It was fascinating to watch
them moving around, their dicks flapping or
bouncing and all of their muscles showing as they
jumped and stretched to return the ball. One guy's
dick was clearly as long soft as mine was hard and
we swore we could hear it slap his belly as he
jumped.

After an hour or so, two of the guys left. One of
the remaining players walked over to us, squatted
down by our heads, and asked if we'd like to join
the game. Fortunately Phil responded for both of
us because all I could think about was the dick
and balls hanging in front of my face.

When we joined the others at the net, Walt, the
guy who had asked us to play, introduced the
remaining players. I was pretty sure the guy named
Terry was our waiter from the night before. Phil
introduced the two of us. Walt asked if we knew
the rules for beach volleyball. Phil did, but I
didn't, so they reviewed them quickly for my
benefit. Phil then joined one team and I joined
the other. I probably would have played better if
I hadn't been so interested in looking at the
other players' bodies, but I managed to hold up my
end and wasn't the worst player on my team.

After an hour or maybe even as much as two,
everyone had had enough. I was tired from the
exercise combined with the sun beating down on us
so relentlessly. I was sure Phil was tired too.
When the last game ended, everyone rushed into the
water to cool off and then straggled back onto the
beach. Phil and I went back to our towels and
spread more sunscreen on ourselves as we watched
several of the players pack up the net. Walt,
Terry, and the guy with the long dick named Bob
brought their towels and settled near us. We
exchanged information about ourselves as we got
acquainted. It turned out Terry had indeed been
our waiter the night before.

"I thought maybe I recognized you guys," he said,
"but I see a lot of people."

"We thought we recognized you too," I said.

"But Matt said he couldn't be sure since you had
your clothes on," Phil added.

Everybody laughed.

"Hey, listen, that's the truth," Terry said. "I
think even faces look different when you're naked.
Course you do remember other features too. Like
Bob's yard long dick there."

"Quit making fun of my dick," Bob said, almost the
first words to come out of his mouth.

"I wasn't making fun," Terry said. "I wish I had
one like it."

"You can have this one. Stand up and bend over."

Since neither one moved and the conversation went
on smoothly to other subjects, I decided this must
be a familiar exchange between the two of them. I
wondered just how big Bob's dick got when he was
hard.

We talked for quite a while, Terry and Walt
filling us in on things. We found out that Walt
and Bob were waiters as well, but at two other
restaurants. The three of them went to the same
college and had come to work for the summer. Terry
told us that waiters worked the breakfast and
lunch shift, which meant 6am to 5 pm with a lunch
break, or the dinner and weekend shift, which
meant 5 to 10 during the week and 6am to 10pm with
two meal breaks on Saturday and Sunday. Local
people, especially older women, liked the day
schedule and worked through the whole period when
the restaurants were open including both before
the season began and after it ended so they got
first choice.

"But none of us really minds," Walt said.
"Weekends are rough. By Sunday night your ass is
dragging. But the other five days we're off all
day and at the beach. Can't beat that."

"So you save up money for the winter, huh?" Phil
asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. The pay's not great, but you
get to keep all your tips."

Bob snorted at that. "Yeah, and some of the people
here are real big tippers! Last night I had a
table with a couple and four kids, all little.
Every time I'd come near them they'd want
something else. I musta made a dozen trips to the
kitchen just for them. And they griped if I
stopped at one of my other tables on the way. When
they were done it looked like they had a food
fight. We had to sweep the floor around the table
before we could seat anybody else. Then the
husband leaves me a fifty cent tip."

"Yeah, tips aren't great," Walt said. "You get
stiffed once in a while, but most people do better
than that guy. Once in a while you get a really
good tip."

"And we're not spending much to live," Terry said.
"We can eat all three meals free where we work.
And the three of us share a room. It's crowded
when we're there, but we almost never are except
to sleep or take a shower."

"Not much laundry either. Only time any of us
wears clothes is to work. We even quit wearing
shorts to drive out here," Walt told us.

"Nobody cares?" I asked.

"Nope. Must be thirty guys staying in that hotel.
Everybody's trying to make it through the summer
as cheap as they can. Right from the start most
all of 'em started going naked inside. One day one
guy just walked outside to hang up some wet
towels. He said he never even thought about it. Up
until then we were afraid the old lady who lives
next door would freak if one of us flashed her,
but she didn't. She's the only one who can see us
if we're behind the building. That's where we park
and there's a clothesline and a couple lawn
chairs. It's fenced on two sides, but on her side
is where the driveway goes out."

"Maybe she just didn't see him," I said.

"No, she saw him alright!" Walt said with a laugh.
The other two guys chuckled as well.

"What's the joke?" Phil asked.

"She was sitting on her porch. She yelled for him
to give her the full monty. The guy, Tom's his
name, said she held her hand out with her finger
pointing down and spun the finger to tell him he
ought to spin around too. Tom thought it was
funny, so he put his arms over his head and did
it. Now we all do it. If she's out there when we
come out, we spin for her and let her look. Quite
a few of the guys have even done it hard. After a
while she started rating us. Holds up fingers to
tell you how many points she gives you. Guys with
hardons get more points, but nobody's got a ten so
far."

"Sounds cool," I said, thinking of Mr. Morris and
the shows I gave him.

"Yeah, we all figure we're giving her a thrill.
Plus it makes life a whole lot simpler for us. We
don't have to worry about pulling window shades or
anything," Walt said..

"So all you guys have flashed her with hardons?"
Phil asked.

"Yep, sure have," Terry said with a smile. "Did it
this morning. All three of us."

I wished right at that point that I'd been sitting
on the porch beside her. I would have liked to
have seen Bob showing off his monster.

"She's probably seen the guys in the first floor
rooms on her side jerking off too. Right from the
first nobody was shutting doors when they were in.
Trying to catch all the breeze they could. But
knowing she's cool with it, they quit pulling down
the shades when they were getting some relief."

"Sounds like a really casual attitude," Phil said.
"Jerking off with the door open no matter who
might walk by."

"It's not like you'd have much privacy even if the
door was closed," Walt said. "Or like everybody
wasn't doing it. I guess by now everybody living
there has seen everybody else jerking it
sometime."

"What if you do want some privacy?" Phil asked.

"If the other guy doesn't have a private room,
then the best place to come is here, back in the
dunes," Walt answered. "Down toward the end there
where the beach gets narrow again, there are lots
of trails back in the dunes. Guys suck and fuck
back there all the time. Sometimes they're just
barely off the beach."

"I watched one guy pound another one's ass a
couple days ago," Terry said.

"We watched a man and a woman fucking on the beach
last night," I told them.

"Yeah, I hear that happens a lot. They say guys do
it too right out on the beach at night, but none
of us has ever seen it. We're always working
then," Walt said.

"That's true," Terry added. Looking at his watch,
the only one of the three who was wearing one, he
added, "And we got to get moving or we'll be late
for work."

They got up and began to gather up their towels,
water bottles, and sunscreen. Phil got up too, so
I did as well.

"Nice meeting you guys, " Phil said, sticking out
his hand to shake theirs. It looked funny to me
since we were all naked, but I did the same.

After we shook, Phil asked, "Hey, which of the
three restaurants is the best one?"

"Depends on what you want to eat," Terry said.
"Where I work they have the best seafood. Walt's
has the best steaks. And Bob's is Italian. It's
the only Italian restaurant worth anything unless
all you're looking for is pizza."

"We'll be seeing one of you tonight, then," Phil
said.

"Great! But wait until seven-thirty or so unless
you like to eat with a bunch of screaming kids,"
Walt said as they began to walk away. Then he
stopped and turned back. "You gonna be here
tomorrow? You can get in the game again."

"Thanks. We'll probably be here."

I was about to sit back down on my towel when Phil
said, "How about another dip in the ocean. Then we
can head back and get cleaned up. I'm starting to
get hungry."

Phil put on his bathing suit when we got back to
the Explorer, but I didn't bother with my shorts
until we were pulling into the motel parking lot.
Even though I hadn't gotten hard, I had been aware
of my dick all day. Phil and I had sucked each
other off when we woke up, but I was ready to go
again by the time we drank our coffee and got into
the shower. Phil thought I was playing around when
I said it, so we did little more in the shower
than make my itch worse. Then seeing all the naked
guys on the beach, especially Walt, Terry, and Bob
up close while we were talking, and hearing about
a houseful of naked guys jerking off moved my need
into high gear.

I brought up the guys jerking off as we drove back
to the motel. Phil agreed that if he lived there,
he'd probably be making more trips down the hall
to the john than he needed just to see the show.

"But ya know, they can't be laying around jerking
off all the time even if that's what you're
picturing."

"Yeah, I guess what I'm thinking about is really a
fantasy. But it's making me plenty hot!" I had
gotten hard and was rubbing my dick slowly with
the back of my hand.

"Yeah, I noticed."

Phil reached over and circled my dick with his
hand, holding it loosely and giving it a few slow
strokes."

"Ohh!" I said. "I need to be fucked."

Letting go of my dick, Phil said, "Well, I think
we can manage that. Don't want to go too far now."

When we got into the room, I stripped off the
shorts I had pulled on less than three minutes
before. I pulled Phil's to his ankles as he bent
over to set the cooler on the floor and reached
around him to stroke his hardening dick. He stood
up and turned in my arms, wrapping his own around
me. He pressed his mouth against mine, sliding his
tongue between my lips. I felt his hands slide
down my back to my buns. He began to knead them,
pushing his fingers tight against my asshole and
then into it a short way.

Suddenly I was on fire. I held tight to his
shoulders and lifted my legs, wrapping them around
his hips. He stopped moving his hands and grasped
my ass, supporting me. I bent sideways and reached
under me to grab his dick. The end was slick with
precum. I pulled it up against my asshole and let
myself slide down until the head was caught in the
cleft surrounding the hole. Then I kept pushing. I
wanted it inside me, and I wanted it right then.

Phil pulled me off of it, lifting me by my buns.
"Hey, slow down. You're not lubed and I don't have
a rubber."

"I can't wait!" I told him, trying to reach for
his dick but failing because of the force of his
grip on me.

"If we start going bareback, it's not gonna be
because we were too horny to put on a rubber.
Gimmee one minute!"

He walked to the bed, jerked back the covers, and
pushed me off of him. I was so hot I shoved my
arms straight down between my legs and curled into
a fetal position, rolling back and forth on the
sheet. In a short time I felt Phil's hand on my
butt spreading my cheeks. I lay on my side still
curled up and waited. I felt his lubed finger side
into my asshole as far as it would go. It went in
and out a few times. I began to moan. Then I felt
my hole being stretched as he put in two lubed
fingers, sliding them in and out and twisting
them. He had hardly pulled them out when he
pressed into me with his dick.

I knew what it was instantly. The muscles of my
hole loosened, letting the head in easily. Feeling
no resistance, Phil continued to push, shoving the
whole length of his dick into me in just a few
seconds. When I felt his pubic hair grinding
against me, I screamed and came hard. Phil fucked
me fast, in and out, while I shot cum up my belly
and the backs of my arms.

When it was over, Phil said, "Jeez, you really
were ready!"

I was afraid he was going to pull out of me.
"Don't stop!" I practically yelled at him. "Keep
doing it!"

Phil shoved his dick tightly into me and grabbed
my left knee, forcing it tighter against my chest.
He pulled it upwards from the bed, making me roll
onto my back. As I did, he grabbed my right knee
and pushed my legs apart. I pulled my arms up and
wrapped them around his neck, heedless of the cum
that was running down their backs. He released my
knees one at a time, placing his hands on the
mattress to support himself. As he did, I wrapped
my legs around him as well. He began to fuck me
slowly with short strokes that poked the head of
his dick against my prostate. I pulled his face to
mine and kissed him, driving my tongue into his
mouth. I was vaguely aware that I was whimpering.

I don't know how long he fucked me. I had lost all
sense of time. But suddenly I was nearly there
again. I made some sort of a noise at Phil, which
told him what he needed to know. He switched to
long deep strokes with the grinding twist at the
end. I heard him grunt each time his pubic hair
mashed into my perineum. I lost track of
everything else as wave after wave of pleasure
radiated outward from inside me just behind my
balls.

When I began to notice the world again, Phil was
still pushing into me. I tried to get control of
the muscles in my asshole to add to his pleasure.
I knew I was beginning to have some success when
he said in my ear, "Oh, yeah!" A minute or two
after that he began to cum, driving his dick into
me hard as it swelled to deliver each spurt of
cum.

When he was finished, he collapsed onto me and
then rolled us both onto our sides. He lay there
with his eyes closed as I kissed him.

"Thanks," I told him.

"Any time," he whispered back.

For the first time all day, I wasn't thinking
about my dick.


To be continued
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