Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 08:21:36 CDT From: Tim Foure Subject: New Story: "Summer of My 15th Year" 44 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 44 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 44 Saturday morning I awoke before Phil. As I lay there beside him, I realized I felt wonderful. I was even smiling. I turned on my side and raised up on my elbow so I could watch Phil sleep, one of my favorite things but one which I hadn't had much opportunity to do that week. He had gotten very tan during the week, just as he said he would, and the hair all over his body was bleached to a light gold, something I hadn't noticed before. His dick was lying across his belly pointing toward me, about half hard but with the head still within its protective foreskin. Since he wasn't fully hard, I knew he wasn't close to waking up. I fought in my mind between letting him sleep and waking him up by sucking his dick. It was no contest. I crept down the bed, lifted his dick carefully, and took it into my mouth, just holding it in the wet warmth. After a minute or so it began to grow, finally reaching the point where I had to let the head move into my throat or back my mouth away from his pubic hair. I chose to back off, which allowed me to rub the half of his dick still in my mouth with my tongue. I began to taste precum. When I started to slide his foreskin off the head of his dick with my lips, he woke up. Looking up his belly, I watched Phil slowly become conscious. I continued what I was doing, running my tongue around the sensitive head after I had pushed the foreskin completely off. When Phil finally focused his eyes on me, he said, "I thought I was dreaming. I fought hard against waking up because I didn't want the dream to end." I tried to answer him with my mouth still full of his dick, but what came out was incomprehensible. I released his dick just long enough to say, "This dream isn't going to end. Close your eyes and pretend." He did as he was told, and I did my best to make the dream last as long as possible. After he came, he pulled me up and kissed me, getting a taste of his own cum. "I'm so comfortable right now I could go back to sleep." "Why doncha?" I asked. "Because if I don't go pee real soon, we're gonna have a wet bed. And besides, I've got some plans for when I come back. You stay right here, ok?" "Won't move a muscle," I told him. But I lied. When he came back, he found me on my knees in the middle of the bed bent over a folded pillow. I had put the lube and a few rubbers at the bottom of the bed. "This wasn't what I was planning," he told me. "But it's what I was planning," I replied. "Dunno if I can get it up again that fast. Well, that's not true. It's going up just from looking at you spread out like that. But it'll take me forever to cum again." "That's what I'm counting on," I said with a laugh. I felt the bed move as he got onto it. After a minute or so I felt him press a gob of lube onto my asshole and begin to rub it with a circular motion. But my hole was still stretched from the long fuck of the previous afternoon and a second long fuck after we had come back from our walk along the beach after dinner. His finger slipped in with no resistance. He moved it into me slowly, pressing against my prostate when he came to it and making me moan. His second and third fingers followed, moving into me just as easily. When he knew I was stretched enough to take him, he withdrew his fingers. There was a minute's pause before I felt the head of his dick pressing into my asshole just far enough that it wouldn't slide off. He lay down along my back, pushing my dick against the pillow as his weight on me increased. He slid his hands along my arms and under my head until he could entwine his fingers with mine. It was the same position we had used the last two times. It was what I still wanted even though it gave me no prostate stimulation. As he kissed the back of my neck, he pushed his dick into me until his pubic hair was pressed against my butt. Without a pause he pulled out just as slowly as he had entered me. There was also no pause when the head of his dick reached the ring of muscle inside my asshole. He slid it back in, faster than he had the first time. After several strokes he had established a steady rhythm. As he fucked me, he kissed, licked, and nibbled my ear, neck and shoulder. I came very quickly, but Phil continued to fuck me without me asking this time. After I came, he stopped kissing me and pressed his cheek against my shoulder. I could feel the stubble rubbing my skin as his faced moved in time with his dick. The fuck went on and on as I continued to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by Phil and the pleasure of the friction of his dick against the muscle ring of my asshole. In the end I came a second time before he did. As he lay beside me after he came, he swore he was completely exhausted. I made us coffee with the equipment in the room and we drank it sitting up on the bed. "I'm starving," Phil told me after his first swallow of coffee. "Too late for breakfast. We'll have to have lunch." "Just means we'll miss the crowds." By the time we had showered and pulled on shorts and T's, it was nearly eleven. We headed to the pancake restaurant since it served breakfast at any hour. They were still offering the same special, T-bone steak and eggs with pancakes on the side. We both ordered it. When it came, Phil told me, "I feel like I earned this breakfast. Never worked so hard in my life." "Poor you! That mean you're gonna let me pay for it?" "No." "We'll see." "No we won't. It's my turn." I didn't argue with him. After we ate, we drove back to the motel to get our beach things. "How about if we walk for a while instead of just heading for the beach?" I asked as we parked in the space in front of our door. "I'm so full I'll go right to sleep if I stretch out in the sun." "Sounds good to me." "Give us a chance to look in some of these shops too." We walked along the street that fronted the beach. Most of the shops sold beachwear, but there were a few that sold what could only be described as junk, and there was one jewelry store. We looked in the window for a few minutes and then I said, "Let's go in." I went straight to the case that held gold neck chains. The tags containing the prices were all turned so it was impossible to see them. As we talked about which ones we liked, Phil said, "You know, you'll pay more for that here than you would back home." "Yeah, I know. But if I get it here, it'll be a souvenir. It won't be the same if I get it back home." When the clerk realized we were looking seriously, he came to our section of the counter. We told him which chains we wanted to see and he laid them out on a black velvet pad. We picked them up, turning them in the light to look at them carefully. Finally we had decided on the one we both liked the best. I paid the clerk with my credit card, and when the charge was approved and I had signed the receipt, he delivered the chain to me in a small jewelry box. Without discussing it, we both turned toward the motel when we left the jewelry store. "I don't think you paid too much more than you would have at home." Phil told me, "Course it's also not something I price real often. But it did seem reasonable." "Yeah, it seemed reasonable to me too." "I thought you'd put it on right away." "I'm going to when we get back to the motel." We glanced in a few more windows as we walked, but since we were retracing our steps and nothing in the windows had attracted us on the first pass, we kept moving. In the room we refilled our water bottles, adding ice from the machine at the end of the hall. When we had both taken off our shorts and T's in preparation for putting on our bathing suits, I got the chain from the box. "You think it'd be alright to wear it to the beach?" I asked. Phil walked over to me and looked at the chain as I held it. "Yeah, it's got a pretty good clasp on it. Most guys who wear chains never take them off. Look at Walt. He wears his on the beach. And Terry wears his earring." "That's true, they do. Ok then." I reached around his neck and started to fasten it on him. "Hey, what're you doing?" "Putting it on." "No way! I thought you were buying it for yourself." "Well, you were wrong. I bought it for you." "I woulda never let you buy it if I'da known that." "How were you gonna stop me?" "You know what I mean. You can't give me something like that." "Why not?" "It's too expensive." "It didn't cost anything like what it cost you to bring me here. We already had this argument before we ever left home. I make my own money and I get to keep more of what I make than you do. Now don't give me a hard time over this. I wanted to buy it for you so every time you see it you can think about what a great time we had." Phil got a defeated look on his face and dropped his hands. I reached around his neck again and put the chain on him. When I was finished, I pushed him toward the mirror. "You could smile, ya know," I told him. He was running his finger along the chain as he looked at himself in the mirror. I stood behind him and to the side so I could see him in the mirror as well. Slowly his face broke into a smile. He turned around suddenly, grabbed me in his arms, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and, after a minute as his hands slid down my back to my butt, lifted my legs and wrapped them around him too. He took two steps and lowered my back onto the bed. I kept my hold on him, bringing him down with me. He pushed me up the bed as he pressed forward until he was kneeling on the bed. When he broke the kiss, he said, "Nobody ever gave me anything like this before. Thank you!" "You're welcome. I wanted you to know how much I liked this week. And how much I liked being here with you." "I got the message, for sure!" He kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my open mouth. I had gotten hard when he grabbed me. I could feel his hard dick poking me near my asshole. I unwrapped one arm from around his neck, reached down, and pulled the head of his dick to my asshole. I was still stretched and lubed from our long morning fuck. It went in to the hilt. He moaned and began to fuck me almost automatically, but after a few strokes he pulled his dick out of me and broke the kiss, pulling back from me. "No!" he said. "Why not? Doesn't it feel better than it does with a rubber?" "Yes! But it's dangerous." "I trust you," I told him. "I won't take a chance like that with you," he told me with a very serious expression on his face. "But I want to do it!" "We have to talk some more about this and what it means if we do it. I don't want to talk about it here. Wait until we get home. When we're back in real life. Just let things go like they are, ok?" "Ok," I replied, but I would have been happier if he had given in. During the short time we were talking, the magic moment for the fuck had passed. Phil kissed me again as I unwrapped myself from him as he started to get up from the bed. "Get your suit on and let's head for the beach before the whole day is gone," he said. "That is, if you're gonna wear a suit." "I was thinking about just wrapping a towel around me." "You sure have gotten over your fear of the nude beach." "Yeah, I really have. Wearing a bathing suit seems like a weird thing to do now. At home we never wore them in the pool unless mom was there." But in the end I did pull on my suit. I thought it would make Phil happier. The beach was very crowded, which surprised us both since we knew nearly all the guys who had jobs as waiters would be working. During the week we had been there, we had seen the same guys day after day and had gotten past looking at them, but now at least half of the people there were new to us, and many of them were well worth a good look. We also noticed pairs or sometimes even threesomes of guys walking back into the dunes. "Looks like it's getting busy back there in the bushes," I said. "Yeah, sure does," Phil replied. I noticed that he ran his finger along the chain quite a few times during the time we spent lying on the beach. He also checked that it was still there every few minutes while we were splashing around in the water. I wanted to ask him what he could do about it if it came off since there was no chance he'd find it in the surf, but I didn't. I didn't want to do anything that would lessen his obvious pleasure in having it. At about the time we usually returned to the motel, Phil said, "You know what? I'm getting hungry." "Pig! After all you ate this morning? So am I." I said with a laugh. We returned to the motel and showered together, which led to our getting hardons and sucking each other off. At least I sucked Phil off. We started off in a sixty-nine position, but since both of us preferred to put all of our attention into what we were doing when we sucked, we started switching off. I waited too long the last time and came on Phil's shoulder as I was pulling my dick out of his mouth. That night we decided to eat at the Italian restaurant. The place was packed when we arrived. Besides the adults, there were two or three kids at each table. The noise level was incredible. "Think you can hold off a little while until some of these people clear out?" Phil asked. "We'd have to wait anyhow. There's a line." None of the people in the line waiting for a table had children with them, so the noise level would certainly be dropping after a short while too. We decided to walk along the beach while we waited. We stayed on the textile section since walking to the nude beach would have taken too long. When we returned to the restaurant, there was no line and about a third of the tables were empty. We asked to be seated in Bob's section and were shown to a table. Bob emerged from the kitchen shortly after we had been seated. "Hey, guys! Good to see you! Sam told me to look out for you and tell him if you showed up. I don't know what you said to him at the party, but he think's you guys are great. I'll go get him." A few minutes later Sam came out of the kitchen with Bob trailing behind him. He was wearing a chef's hat, the first one I had ever seen other than in a movie or on television. We both stood up to shake his hand when he got to the table. "I'm glad you guys come tonight. Bob told me you go home tomorrow." "Yeah, afraid so. It's back to work for me," Phil told him. "Too bad. I like to see you some more. So what you feel like eating tonight?" "Whatever's good," Phil said. "Yeah, we trust you to know good meat when you get your hands on it," I added. Sam grinned, showing lots of shiny white teeth under his dark moustache. "Other ways you make that kind of meat hot without cooking it. I give you pasta with sausage and peppers. It's the best tonight." And he was gone. We ordered our drinks and salads from Bob, who had remained behind when Sam rushed off to the kitchen. Near the end of our meal, Sam returned to ask if we had enjoyed it. "Sure did!" I said. "Definitely," Phil added. "Good, I make it special. It's not the one from the menu. You guys drive careful tomorrow. I hope I see you again." We stood up and shook hands with him again and then sat to finish out meal after he went back to the kitchen. When Bob brought our check, I told him, "You look beat." "I am. And tomorrow'll be worse. Plus I've got a date with Sam tonight. I hate to turn him down every time he asks me." "When'll you sleep?" I asked. "Oh, we'll get to sleep pretty quick. Sam's been working since before I got here this morning." "So long then," Phil said as we got up to leave. "You guys take care. It was nice meeting you." "You too," we said almost in unison. We had decided there was no point in trying to stay in touch since it was unlikely we'd ever see Bob or Walt again. 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.