Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 10:01:52 CDT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 42 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 42 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 42 After we got cleaned up, we decided on the Italian restaurant. We were going to go there and wait until we saw Bob so we could sit at one of his tables, but as it turned out we had to be shown to a table so we asked for one that he was serving. He had a preoccupied look as he was coming out of the kitchen door which turned into a smile when he saw us. He came straight to our table. "Hey, guys! Good to see you again. Thanks for coming in." "Our pleasure," Phil said. "Looks like you haven't been working too hard," he added, gesturing at Bob's crisp, clean white shirt and apron. Bob rolled his eyes. "Man, you couldn't be more wrong. It was like a zoo in here until a half hour ago. This is my second set of clothes tonight. I was putting down a plate of spaghetti when this kid jumped up and sent the plate flying. I got covered with spaghetti sauce. Soaked right through my apron to my shirt." "Wow!" I said. And having gotten spaghetti sauce on a white shirt of my own, I asked, "I hope you can get the stains out." "Not my problem. They supply the shirts along with the aprons 'cause they want us all to look alike. The linen service'll have to cope with the stains." Pulling his order pad from behind his back, he added, "Listen, I got to keep moving. If we stay at one table too long just talking, the manager has a cow. What can I get you guys to drink?" "Don't suppose we can both have a beer?" Phil asked. "Guess not. You look damn good, Matt, but you don't look twenty-one. The manager'll be on me like white on rice if I serve you a beer." "Ice tea for both of us then," Phil said. "I'll be back with your drinks in a minute. And some bread." We looked over the menus while he was gone. "You know, it's ok with me if you have a beer. No reason you have to do without just because I'm not old enough to drink." "Ice tea's fine with me. You trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me or something?" I glanced casually at the menu as I replied, "Actually, I'm not interested in sex right now. Somebody scratched that itch real good just a little while ago. So you're probably safe even if you do get drunk." "Nice!" "Just telling the truth," I said as I continued to look through the menu. "But in an hour or so . . ." I added with a grin. Phil just grinned back. As Bob set down the ice tea glasses, Phil asked him, "What's really good?" "If you like veal, any of the veal dishes. Mostly the veal we've been getting isn't worth much, but the head cook told me what came in today was really good meat, so I had the veal scallopini before I started work and it was super. One thing about the head cook, he knows a good piece of meat when he gets his hands on one." The last was delivered with the same straight face as the rest. "With that recommendation, I guess I'll have to have veal," Phil said with a chuckle. "Me too." Bob wrote down our orders and went off to prepare our salads. The meal was just as good as he had promised. Phil was careful to leave a nice tip as we paid our bill. "Hope I see you guys on the beach tomorrow," Bob said as he was collecting the tray with the credit card receipt and his pen. "We usually start playing around one." "We'll be there with bells on," Phil said. "And not much else," I added, getting a smile and a wink from Bob. The restaurant was a few blocks from the water on the end of town where the nude beach began. We decided to drive to the beach and park along the road that fronted it. During the day the parking lane was solid with cars, but at night it was empty. "This part of the beach isn't clothing optional," Phil told me as I began to strip off my shorts and tank top while Phil drove. "But it's not far, just right over there," I said, pointing to the dunes as Phil shut off the car and pulled the key from the ignition. "True. So what the heck." I slid out my side of the Explorer and Phil walked around, handing me his wallet and the car key on the elastic wrist strap. I waited while he took off his clothes. I handed him his wallet and locked the car, keeping the key and pulling the bracelet over my hand. "Whassa matter, you think I'd leave you?" Phil asked with a grin. "Nope," I replied with a smile of my own and a quick grab for his dick, which he evaded easily. We walked toward the water's edge, following it in the direction of the nude beach. This was only our third night for a moonlit walk along the beach, but it already felt as if we had been doing it forever. We walked for quite a while, crossing the full length of the mixed beach and walking well beyond the end of the men's beach until we came to an inlet bordered by tall grass and could walk no farther. We had seen no one along the way, but on the way back we heard noises coming from the dunes backing the men's beach, the unmistakable rhythmic "Unh! Unh!" of someone being fucked. When we could see the sign marking the beginning of the textile beach, Phil asked, "Want to take a dip before we head back to the motel?" "Nope. I'd rather head straight back before you're worn out completely." "Now I see. Getting your second wind, huh? Maybe you shoulda got me drunk after all." "Why, you gonna be hard to get? I could give you a little sample that might help change your mind." And so saying, I dropped to my knees in the shallow water and began sucking his soft dick. Phil let me suck him until he was hard before pulling me to my feet. "You talked me into it. Let's get back to the motel." Our hardons were gone by the time we reached the car, but returned as soon as we were in the motel room. We spent quite a while sucking in a sixty- nine position, bringing each other to the edge of an orgasm before backing off several times. We had gotten so sensitive by the time we decided to cum that we were able to bring each other off simultaneously. After that we crawled to the head of the bed, cuddled into each other, and fell asleep. The next two days passed quickly, all following the same pattern. We had fast sex in bed or in the shower in the morning, lunch from a cooler on the beach, a few hours of volleyball followed by some talk time with our new friends, a long slow fuck before going to dinner at one of the three restaurants, a walk along the beach after dinner, and oral sex either on the beach or in bed. On Thursday afternoon as we were lying on the beach with Walt, Terry, and Bob after we had finished playing volleyball, Walt asked, "Want to go to a party tonight?" "Don't you have to work?" I asked. "It won't get started until real late," Walt said. "And maybe go on til dawn," Terry added. "The last one they had did." "You sure it'll be ok if we crash it?" Phil asked. "No problem," Walt replied. "One of the guys having it is a waiter where I work. He and four other guys rented this house a couple of miles inland. He said bring everybody I knew. It's BYOB." "Can we follow you guys? I'd feel funny showing up and not knowing anybody," Phil asked. "Sure," Walt replied. "But it might be near midnight before we can get to your place. No telling how many guys'll be ahead of us for the showers when we get home." "You guys can get cleaned up in our room if you want," I said. "We can pick up some clean towels from the stack they keep for us to use on the beach." "You really don't mind? That'd be great!" Terry said. Figuring we'd be too tired for much action when we left the party, we spent longer on our afternoon fuck. That night we went back to the Italian restaurant since we had eaten at the other two on the intervening nights. Bob had so many red stains on his shirt and apron he looked like he had been through a war. This time he warned us, "The head cook said the veal we got today was so tough they must've made it walk behind the truck. Chicken cacciatore's good though. And the Italian sausage and peppers." "The cook know what to do with a good sausage when he gets his hands on one?" I asked with a straight face. "He has every time so far," Bob replied with a wink. I had the sausage and Phil had the chicken, but they were both so good we ate about half of each other's meal. We were only back at our room a short time when Terry showed up. "I got off early," he told us. "Thanks for letting us use your bathroom. I can't remember the last time I could take a shower without waiting for somebody else to finish first." "No problem," Phil said as we watched Terry strip off his clothes. "I brought my own soap and stuff but it's in Walt's car with my clothes. Can I bum some from you? Which towel you want me to use?" "Sure," I said as I handed him one from the pile we had picked up by the pool. He went straight into the bathroom, hanging the towel on the rack and reaching in to the shower to turn on the water. For some reason I was surprised he hadn't closed the bathroom door. When he had finished his shower and dried his hair, he came out and sat on the bed while we waited for Walt and Bob. Even though I'd seen him naked on the beach, it seemed strange to have him naked in our room, especially with us dressed. But he seemed very comfortable with it and started talking about the party. Almost twenty minutes later Walt and Bob arrived. "We stopped to pick you up but they said you were already gone," Walt said to Terry. "Yeah. It was a slow night. They let two of us go early. Since it was just down the block, I walked over here." "Here's your stuff," Walt said as he dropped a pair of shorts and a muscle T on the bed. "I'm borrowing your shampoo." He waved a small toiletries bag at Terry. "What else is new," Terry replied, continuing to sit on the bed with his legs spread and making no effort to put on his clothes. Bob, who had been wearing nothing but the black jeans from his waiter's outfit, was already naked. "I'm using it too," he told Terry. "Man, I hope it's strong enough. You need to be fumigated to get the garlic smell offa you. I can smell you way over here." "Least I don't smell like fish!" "It was great of you guys to let us clean up here. Privacy is a real treat," Walt said as Bob took the toiletries bag from him. I handed him a towel and held Walt's while he took off his clothes. Bob was already in the shower by the time Walt was naked. Then Walt surprised me by going into the bathroom and getting into the shower with Bob. I think that surprised Phil too. Both of us looked at Terry. "I hope they don't get started on each other in there. We'll be here all night if they do." Perhaps to emphasize what he meant or just because his comfort level was such that he didn't give it any thought, Terry stroked his soft dick a few times in a loose fist. It was half hard by the time he released it. I rubbed my own through my shorts, feeling it start to grow. When I looked at Phil, he just smiled at me. The three of us sat in silent anticipation of the verdict on what was happening in the shower. We found out shortly afterward when we heard the shower stop running and the shower curtain slide back. "I'm glad you guys could contain yourselves," Terry called out to them. "Hey, it was hard not to take advantage of having a shower to ourselves," Walt said as he walked into the room. He had been drying his chest and belly, the towel covering his crotch. When he flipped it over to dry his back, we all saw his dick sticking straight out from his crotch. It was a hardon in the process of deflating but still showing its full length. It was also as close a twin to my own as I had ever seen. I stared at it for a few seconds and then looked into the bathroom where Bob was stepping out of the shower. I thought if Walt was hard, Bob probably would be too, and that was something I wanted to see. Bob didn't disappoint me, either. He walked straight into the room with his dick sticking out in front of him, also apparently fully extended but dragged downward by its own weight. It was huge in comparison to Walt's. I knew it was longer than Kevin's and it seemed to be thicker than Steve's. "Wow!" I said without thinking. "Hard to believe that thing's real, ain't it," Terry said, not asking a question. "C'mon, guys! Don't give me a hard time," Bob pleaded, clearly embarrassed by the size of his dick. "Man, that is some weapon you've got there," Phil said. "Scares some guys off, thinking about having that shoved in 'em," Terry said. "But it sure thrills the little old lady that lives next door to us. She gave him a 9.5 the first time she saw it. Highest score anybody got before or since." "Yeah, she did," Bob said with a laugh, grateful that the talk about his dick had turned positive. Phil asked the question that was on my mind. "So how big is it?" "Ten and a half inches long and almost seven around at the thickest part." "Phew!" Phil said. "But Walt can take it all," Terry said. "They been messing around since they were kids." Phil and I both looked at Walt, who had begun to blush. "Ya know," Phil said, breaking the silence which had seemed to last longer than it really had, "Terry could ride with us and show us where the place is. You two guys could stay here a while and come along when you're ready." Walt and Bob looked at each other, communicating instantly. "Really?" Walt asked. "Sure thing," Phil said. "Want to get your clothes on, Terry? Or are you going like that?" "He might as well go naked. He'll have his clothes off soon enough anyhow," Walt said. "Hey, I'm a slut. What can I say?" Terry pulled on his shorts and T, but Bob and Walt made no effort to dress. In fact, it seemed to me that both of them were getting their hardons back. Listen," I said to them both, " I don't know what you guys need, but there's lube and some rubbers in the drawer on that side of the bed." I pointed to the night table. "Help yourself." "Thanks," they said, almost together. When we were in the car and had pulled away from the motel, Terry said, "That was a cool thing to do, guys. They almost never get a chance like that. Jerking it is about as far as anybody goes where we live. And Bob doesn't even do that except when he can lock himself in the toilet stall. He's really embarrassed about that big piece of meat." "Lots of guys would be proud of it," Phil said. "I would be too, but he sure isn't. He's always been like that, ever since they were kids. Walt told me. Bob always had the biggest one and the other kids made fun of him. One of them said his dick looked like the one on the mule and the nickname stuck. It wasn't until he got to college that he could lose it." "How come you know about that," I asked, "since you didn't grow up with them?" "Walt told me some of it and Bob told me some too after we got to be friends." I wanted to ask why he made fun of Bob's dick if he knew all that, but it was none of my business and there didn't seem to be any way of asking the question since I didn't know Terry all that well. But finally I had to ask. "Man, he knows it's just envy. I'd love to have a dick like his. I'd be a major porn star if I did. I have never called him The Mule. I mean, I give him a hard time sometimes, but I'm careful about what I say." I didn't know what to say to that. After a minute or two of silence, Terry continued. "And in case you're wondering, I've had it in both ends. Felt like it was coming out my ear when he was fucking me, but it was one of the best cums I ever had." "I know a guy who would love it," I said, thinking of Del. "Walt's pretty glad for it when he gets it too. Wouldn't really surprise me if those two guys weren't in it for the long haul." Terry warned Phil there were a couple of turns coming up that were hard to spot, so we stopped talking so they could keep an eye out for them. I was glad to be in the Explorer since we had left the paved road some time back. When we hadn't seen a house or any other building for a few minutes, I wondered if we had gotten lost. But then we made one last turn and I could see light ahead of us in a stand of trees and hear music. We came to lines of cars parked on both sides of the one-lane dirt road. "You might as well park here," Terry said. "There won't be any place up ahead." "I want to turn around and be heading out before we park," Phil replied. Once we were parked, we all grabbed the drinks. Phil had brought two six packs of beer and one of coke for me, and Terry had taken two six-packs from the back of Walt's car. He had gotten Walt's keys as we left the room and then taken them back before we left. "Too good a chance that they won't show up at all," he told us. The party was in and all around a one-story structure that could have been called either a shack or a cabin. It was clearly for use only during the warmer months. The building was raised up a few feet off of the ground. The flattish metal roof peaked in the center, sloping down on all four sides to cover deep porches. There was a door and at least one window opening into each room, but the interior itself was small, having less floor space than the porches. It had never been painted, inside or out. Terry hunted up one of the hosts, a guy also named Bob who worked with Walt, and introduced us. He told Bob that Walt would be along later but right then he was busy getting his brains fucked out. "Good for him. I hope that happens to me later too. Glad y'all came." With that, he walked off. We pulled drinks for ourselves from their plastic rings and put the rest in one of several laundry tubs full of ice that were on the porch outside the kitchen door. There were all kinds of snacks on the kitchen table. "Help yourself," Terry told us. And then he was gone too. Phil and I stood around for a while drinking our drinks and watching other people talk until Phil voiced what I was thinking, "It's weird being here and not knowing anybody." "Sure is. What do we do?" I had never been to a party where I was a stranger and honestly had no idea how to proceed. But before he could answer, Terry was back pulling another guy by the arm and being followed by two other guys. "I want you to meet these guys," he said, giving us their first names and them ours. From then on there was always someone to talk to. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. 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