Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2000 08:02:14 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer of My 15th Year 43 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 43

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 43

It was probably around midnight when I noticed that
two guys who were coming around the corner of the
porch from the beer tubs were naked. I glanced at
Phil to see if he had noticed. He was looking in the
same direction.

Terry, who had come up to us a few minutes earlier
with three other guys he wanted us to meet, noticed
them too. "Hey, now the party'll really get going!"

He turned to the red-headed guy standing beside him
whose name was Mick, handed him his beer can, and
jerked the guy's shorts down and let them fall to his
ankles. "D'ya ever notice guys with really red hair
have pink hair on their balls?" he asked as he
pointed to Mick's balls as if he were showing us some
natural feature in the landscape.

Of course all of us looked at Mick's crotch. The
luxuriant bush above his dick, the only hair on his
body below his armpits, did indeed seem to be pink.
It was hard to tell if the same was true of the hair
on his balls, but I was willing to believe it was.

"You shithead!" Mick said to Terry. "Hold these."

Terry took the beers while Mick stepped out of his
shorts and pulled his athletic T over his head. He
threw his clothes against the wall of the porch and
grabbed the waistband of Terry's shorts, pulling them
down to his ankles rather than just letting them drop
as Terry had done with Mick's. As he did, Terry
tilted one of the beer cans letting the contents
splash onto Mick's back where it began to foam and
run down toward and over his butt. Mick stood up
immediately.

"Hey! That's cold!" he yelped. He grabbed the other
can and poked it into Terry's belly, letting the beer
run down over his dick and balls.

Terry immediately cupped his crotch in both hands.
"Damn! It is!" he said with a big grin. "You gonna
warm it up for me?"

Mick turned his back to Terry, bent over half way,
and said, "You first. You started it."

Terry took hold of Mick by the sides just at the hip
bones, leaned over, and began to lick the beer from
Mick's back. One of the other guys whose name I had
forgotten stripped off his clothes too, sat on the
porch floor in front of Mick and began to suck Mick's
dick, which had started to get hard. Terry had begun
to jerk his own dick when he started to lick Mick's
back so he was already hard. The guy sitting on the
floor caught up with them quickly, stroking his own
dick into an erection with a pronounced upward curve.
Terry squatted as he licked his way down Mick's crack
to his asshole. The guy on the floor stopped stroking
his dick and reached for Terry's. Terry released his
own and reached for the other guy's.

Phil, I, and the third guy whose name was Mark
watched them for a short time before Mark stepped
around them and said as he passed us, "Think I'll get
another beer."

I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me. I had
watched other guys have sex before, but they had
always been people I knew and, other than the few
times I had watched Ted through the crack in the
closet, it was taken for granted that I would be
joining in. This time I felt a real sense of distance
from the action. It was like watching a performance.

I don't know how long I had been watching them when
Phil asked me, "So, do we get naked and jump in or
what?"

It had never occurred to me that we would. The hardon
I had started to get when they began had even gone
away.

"No. I don't want to do that." Then it occurred to me
that he might. "You want to?" I asked, not being sure
how I would feel if he said yes.

"No. I'm not much into group action. Let's get
another beer."

As we walked around the porch to the kitchen door, I
began to wonder if the feelings I had about Phil
joining them were in fact jealousy, something I had
never felt before. I was still thinking about it as
Phil fished two beers from the water and ice mixture
that filled the first washtub we came across.

"Think I'm gonna have one of the cokes instead," I
said, reaching in for the untouched six-pack we had
brought.

Phil gave me an odd look as he dropped one of the
beers back into the water and opened the other. He
started to ask me something but apparently decided
not to.

"I'm hungry," I told him as I popped the tab on the
coke.

We went into the kitchen looking for snacks. There
were lots of bags of snacks on the counter and the
kitchen table. All were open, so we helped ourselves.

A guy named Marty that we had played volleyball with
was there talking with someone we hadn't met. It had
turned out Marty was also a waiter at the Italian
restaurant where Bob worked. After we had been there
for a few minutes, the other guy left and Marty began
talking to us. "Turning into some party, huh?" he
asked as he took a handful of potato chips and began
to munch.

"Starting to get a little wild," Phil said.

"This is nothing. Wait til later."

"What happens then?"

"Everything!" Marty said with a laugh.

"You been to a lot of parties here?" Phil asked.

"Just the first one and this one. That's all there've
been."

"Seems like a lot of the people here know each
other."

"Yeah. But mostly just since we all got here to start
our jobs. You see some guys who came from the same
school, but usually they never met each other until
they got here."

After we had been talking for a while, a short dark
guy with a big nose and a moustache walked up to us
and asked Marty, "Bob here?"

"Haven't seen him." He pointed to us, saying, "Phil.
And Matt." Then he pointed to the other guy and said,
"Sam. He's the head cook at Antonio's."

Unlike everyone else we had met, Sam stuck out his
hand. Phil shook hands with him and then I did.

"I'm glad to meet you," Phil said. "We've had some
really great meals you've cooked this week."

I chimed in, "Yeah, sure have!"

San's face, which had been sagging with a worried
expression, suddenly split into a wide grin showing
lots of straight, even teeth. "Yeah? What'd you
have?"

We told him, adding that Bob had recommended what we
ordered each time.

"You got the best thing we had both nights then.
Especially the night you got the veal. Some kind of
miracle that day with the distributor. Best piece of
meat I seen in six months."

I couldn't resist. "Bob told us you said that. He
said you could really tell a good piece of meat when
you got your hands on one."

Sam looked surprised and then began to laugh. "You
guys come in the restaurant again while you're here,
you tell Bob to come get me so I can say hello." And
then he was gone.

I felt a little bad about not having volunteered the
information that Bob might not be coming. But then
Phil hadn't said anything either, so I decided I had
probably done the right thing. We stayed in the
kitchen talking with Marty and anyone else who
happened to come in.

About one o'clock someone Marty knew stuck his head
in the kitchen door and said, "Petey's putting on a
show."

"Things are getting wild now!" Marty said and
followed the other guy out the door.

It was then that we noticed everyone seemed to have
disappeared from our side of the shack. "C'mon," Phil
said as he headed for the door.

When we got to the porch on the other side of the
shack, we saw Marty standing at the outer edge of a
crowd down on the ground. The porch itself was
blocked by a group of guys three deep across it. I
noticed that most of them were naked. The same was
true of the guys standing on the ground, but there
the view was of a line of hard dicks being stroked
rather than a line of naked butts.

We climbed down from the porch and walked over to
Marty. That was when we realized just how wild things
had gotten. We could see a guy on his hands and knees
on the porch floor. He was sucking one guy's dick who
was kneeling in front of him while another guy
kneeling behind him was fucking him. On both sides of
the porch were guys lined up slowly stroking their
hard dicks. I had the impression the guys making up
the line were intending to participate rather than
just to watch and stroke. I also noticed how small
Petey was. He reminded me very much of Jeffy. The
guys watching were making encouraging comments like
"Fuck him good" and "Eat that dick" but the noise
level was actually very low.

"Petey do this all the time?" Phil asked Marty.

"Dunno about all the time, but he did it at the last
party. Told me later he was fucked by nine guys and
sucked an even dozen."

"I'm surprised he could walk," Phil said.

"Well, he was sore alright," Marty said.

Just then the guy fucking Petey came with a loud
yell. When he finished, he pulled his dick out of
Petey's asshole and stood up. Another guy from the
front row of spectators knelt down in his place and
shoved his dick straight into Petey's hole,
establishing a rhythm right away.

I was surprised neither the guy who had just finished
nor the one who took his place was wearing a rubber.
I pointed it out to Phil.

"Yeah, I saw. Just dumb."

We had been watching for a few minutes when I felt a
hand groping my crotch through my shorts. My first
thought was the hand was Phil's and I wondered if he
would be surprised to find that my dick wasn't hard.
Then I realized it was someone else's hand. When the
owner discovered I wasn't hard, he withdrew his hand.
I wasn't actually sure whose it was.

"You want to watch some more?" I asked Phil just as
the guy getting sucked was replaced by another
bystander.

"Nope. Seen enough."

"Let's go home, ok?" I asked.

"Yep. Fine with me. But we gotta find Terry first and
make sure he can get home."

I took it for granted, as Phil did, that Terry
wouldn't be ready to leave.

Terry, however, was easy to spot since he was
standing in the front row waiting his turn at Petey's
asshole. We climbed the steps to the porch and Phil
shouldered his way through the crowd. He had a quick
conversation which ended when Terry's turn came.

"He said he can get a ride," Phil told me as he
emerged from the crowd of naked guys.

On the ride home, I kept thinking about the guys
fucking Petey without rubbers. Finally I mentioned it
to Phil, ending with a suggestion that we might do
that too.

"Listen, that's really dangerous," he told me.

"Yeah, I know. But I mean just us. Not like what
they're doing back there on the porch. I just feel
like you would be closer that way."

"You still end up sleeping with everybody your
partner ever slept with. You got to make some serious
decisions before you can ever take that chance."

I didn't follow what he meant, but I decided not to
pursue it then. We had started into town and another
problem occurred to me. "What if Walt and Bob are
still in our room?"

"If they're there, we listen at the door. If they're
still at it, we sleep in the car or on the beach. If
they're just sleeping, well, the bed's big enough for
four. Unless you were thinking about sex."

"No, I wasn't." And I was surprised to realize it.
Watching Petey get used had bothered me. It didn't
seem like sex at all.

"You're not sick or something, are you? Only time I
know of when you aren't thinking about sex is right
after you cum."

"To tell you the truth, watching Petey back there
kinda finished it for me. I always thought something
like that would be hot to see. But it wasn't."

"Wasn't for me either. So what do you want to do if
they're there, make 'em let us in or go sleep on the
beach?"

As it happened, Walt's car was gone, ending our need
to make a choice. I made Phil cuddle me spoon-fashion
so I could go to sleep. It was the first night of the
vacation that we hadn't ended with sex.

There was no volleyball game the next afternoon, but
Walt and Bob came at the usual time. They thanked us
for letting them use our room and asked about the
party. It seemed Terry had gotten home just after
they woke up and had crashed. We told them that we
had left around one-thirty.

"We just cleared out of your room in time then," Walt
said.

"Wouldn't have been a problem if you'd'a still been
there," Phil told him.

"We really appreciated you letting us use your room.
We wouldn't have overstayed our welcome."

"Right," Bob said.

>From that we started telling them about the party. I
had to think about telling Bob that Sam had been
looking for him before I finally decided to do it.

"He and I get it on once in a while," Bob told me
when I did. "He'd like us to get together more than
we do."

"You don't have to do it to keep your job, do you?"
Phil asked.

"No, nothing like that. I mean I guess he could get
me fired if he wanted to, but he's not that kind of
guy. I like him well enough, but he likes me better
than I like him. He's got a great dick on him. Uncut
like you, Phil."

"He as big as you?" I asked.

"No, no way. In fact, he's not big at all. He's just
a lot of fun to be with. Too bad he can't get
together with the right guy."

After that we talked about the party turning into one
big fuck fest.

"That's what happened last time too," Walt said.
"Started off with people getting naked and sucking
each other off right there on the porch until Petey
offered to take on anybody who wanted his mouth or
his asshole. Then a crowd gathered around Petey and
took him up on his offer. At least a lot of the guys
did. Some of us just headed home."

"That's what we did," I said. "I always thought it
would be hot to see something like that, but it
wasn't."

"Yeah, doesn't do anything for me either," Walt said.
"I like my men one or maybe two at a time. And I'm
sure not interested in putting on a show for
anybody."

Phil and I agreed that we felt the same way.

A short while later the four of us ran into the surf
to cool off. We began wrestling around grabbing ass
at first and then grabbing dick too. While we all got
hard, it wasn't really sexual. The atmosphere among
the four of us was playful and no one's hand lingered
on anyone's dick after they had given it a squeeze.
We were all sporting long dicks when we walked back
up the beach to our towels.

When it came time for them to leave for work, I
thought about exchanging addresses and trying to keep
in touch. I felt close to them in an odd way because
of the amount of time we had spent naked together.
But as I thought more about it, I realized I didn't
feel the same way about Terry, although before the
party I would have said my feelings for the three of
them were the same. I decided to wait and talk to
Phil about it later. Since they would be working the
whole weekend, there wouldn't be any problem finding
them later.

When we got back to the car, I told Phil I was going
to ride naked back to the motel and tried to talk him
into doing the same thing. After arguing against it
for a few minutes, he slid out of the car, pulled his
shorts off again, and slid back in. Somehow his
willingness to do that improved my mood, which had
been slightly depressed since the party the night
before. I ended up getting a hardon as we rode along.

At the motel, we had to wrap ourselves in towels
before we could get out of the Explorer. I wasn't
particularly careful about it, so I gave two guys a
good look as I slid down from the seat. They
certainly took advantage of the opportunity too,
staring quite openly at my crotch as I slid out of
the seat and the towel parted. When I finally pulled
the ends of the towel together and covered my dick,
they seemed to become embarrassed suddenly, looking
at each other and then away. I wondered if they were
father and son.

Phil noticed them as well. "Did you flash those
guys?"

"Yeah," I said with a sheepish grin. "But not on
purpose. The towel just pulled open."

"Well, it sure looked like they liked what they saw."
Phil was inserting the plastic card in the lock as he
spoke.

My mood had improved even more, so I pulled the edges
of the towel apart, giving him a quick look at my
hardon.

"You're gonna get us both locked up!" he said as he
shoved me through the door.

I dropped my towel and grabbed his, pulling it off
just as he closed the door.

"What got into you?" he asked as I started to stroke
his half hard dick.

"Nothing yet. But I'm hoping you'll help me out."

"Hmm, I'll have to see what I can do," he replied as
he pulled me close to him and slid his hands around
me to grasp my butt cheeks.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him,
moving my tongue between his open lips.

After a few minutes, Phil broke the kiss and said,
"We'd better take a shower before we get too wrapped
up in this. I really hate the taste of sun block."

We showered together, washing each other and paying
special attention to any part we thought we might
have in our mouths later on. We would probably have
continued all the way to orgasm if Phil hadn't said
to me as I was stroking his dick, "Thought you wanted
that inside of you."

When we were dry, we moved to the bed. I pushed Phil
down and began to suck on his nipples while I rubbed
my fingertips back and forth along his perineum. I
continued down his belly, sucking and licking, until
I reached the head of his dick. He was already
dripping precum. I licked it up and then stood his
dick up, teasing the edge of his foreskin with my
tongue. I took the end into my mouth, sucked the skin
up to the top of the head, and forced the tip of my
tongue between the foreskin and the head. I teased
him that way for a while before I forced my mouth
down his dick until I felt his pubic hair against my
lips. I swallowed, caressing the head of his dick
with the membranes of my throat, and then pulled my
mouth up his dick, keeping my lips pressed tight
against it and rubbing it with my tongue.

After I had repeated that several times, Phil said,
"Better stop and give me a turn."

I let his dick fall out of my mouth and stretched out
on the bed beside him. I lay on my belly rather than
my back. I wasn't sure why I had done it, but images
of Petey being fucked flashed through my mind. I knew
that wasn't what I wanted, simply to be used like
that, but I wasn't sure what I did want. Finally I
let Phil figure it out for me, resisting his efforts
to pull me over onto my back.

When he realized I wasn't going to roll over, Phil
straddled my hips and lay down along my back, putting
his own arms over mine and pushing his hands under my
head as he slid his fingers along mine. I felt his
dick in the crack of my ass, forced in longways by
the pressure of his belly against my butt. He began
to lick the back of my ear as he threaded his fingers
through mine and grasped my hands.

"You're in a strange mood today," he whispered.

"Yeah, I know," I told him.

"This ok?"

"Yeah, feels great with you pressing down on me."

He let a little more of his weight come down on me as
he licked the back of my ear and sucked the lobe.

"Umm," I moaned, clenching the muscles in my butt
cheeks to squeeze his dick. He responded by humping
his dick gently in my crack.

He followed the line of my neck with his mouth until
he was kissing and sucking on the muscles of my
shoulder. All the while he continued to hold both of
my hands in his, pinning me to the bed with his
weight. It was what I wanted, not because I felt
confined so much as because I felt safely surrounded
by him.

He continued to move his mouth downward, finally
having to release my hands so he could continue. When
he got to my butt, he reached around and grabbed me
by my hip bones, lifting my mid section off of the
bed. I stayed where I was as he slid a folded pillow
under me. When he pressed down on my butt, my dick
pressed into the pillow and my butt remained up in
the air. He spread my legs and I felt him move
between them. He began to knead the muscles of my
butt cheeks, using less and less force until he was
simply caressing them lightly. He spread his fingers
and slid his hands down my thighs, the thumbs moving
along my perineum, across my balls, and down the
insides of my legs. He was giving me chills.

When his hands reached my knees, I felt him kiss the
small of my back and then continue licking and
kissing down my crack to my asshole. He rimmed me
gently with his tongue while moving his thumbs in
circles along the top insides of my thighs and the
back of my balls. He continued until I was very
aroused. His tongue pressed harder and harder against
my asshole until it forced its way in. He fucked me
with it while rubbing the area around my hole with
his thumbs. I could feel the stubble on his cheeks
rubbing the very tops of my thighs as he forced his
mouth against me.

After a while he stopped for a minute, getting off
the bed and then returning. I was facing the other
way so I couldn't see what he did, but I guessed and
discovered I was right when I felt his lubed finger
circle my hole and then penetrate it, easily sliding
in its full length. He moved it in and out of me
several times before he withdrew it completely.
Adding his second finger took a little longer, and
the third longer still, but eventually he had my hole
stretched sufficiently that I could take his dick. It
seemed as if he slid his fingers out and the head of
his dick into me in one fluid motion. Then he lay on
top of me, letting some of his weight press me down
as he reached for my hands. Again he slid his palms
across the backs of my hands, threaded his fingers
through mine, and grasped my hands. As he kissed and
licked the back of my neck, he began pushing his dick
slowly into me until his crotch was pressed tightly
against my butt.

As he licked and blew into my ear, he pulled his dick
slowly back out. The second time he slid it in, I
came. It was sudden and surprising because he was
hardly touching my prostate. But he had provided just
the kind of stimulation I wanted. I shuddered from
the force of it.

"Wow!" he said. "You must have been ready!"

"Oh yeah!"

He lay on top of me for some time, his body
motionless, his dick pressed into me to its maximum
depth, as he gave me a series of gentle kisses along
the muscles of my neck and my shoulder. I continued
to shudder from time to time as another aftershock of
my orgasm passed through me.

When he tried to untangle his hands from mine, I
wouldn't let him.

"What?" he asked as he was prevented from lifting
himself off of me.

"It's not over," I told him.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes," I told him, keeping his hands locked in mine.

I felt the weight on my back return and then his dick
sliding out of my asshole. He began to fuck me
slowly, establishing a steady rhythm. He didn't try
to hit my prostate, which was almost inaccessible to
him with me on my belly. Instead he used a penetrate,
press, and grind pattern that filled me completely
and pressed my own dick into the slick, cum-soaked
pillow beneath me. I pulled his hands under my chest
so that he was hugging me as he fucked me. He started
kissing and licking my ear again and following the
lines of muscle in my neck. I felt the muscles of his
arms as he pressed them tighter and tighter against
my own. He fucked me for a long time, slowly and
steadily. As far as I was concerned, it could have
gone on forever. I felt completely safe and cared
for.

But finally the friction of my hard dick against the
wet fabric of the pillowcase brought me to the edge
of an orgasm. I was going to tell him, but he already
seemed to know. He began to push his dick into me
more forcefully and with more speed. I squeezed it
with the muscles of my sphincter. Then I came again,
pumping a second load onto the pillow.

When Phil felt it, he squeezed me tight and began to
fuck me even faster. He came with a gasp shortly
after I did. When he was finished, he virtually
collapsed on my back. I was surprised to feel his
full weight on me, but it turned out to be exactly
right when it came down onto me.

To be continued
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