Date: Thu, 07 Sep 2000 07:51:44 CDT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 45 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 45 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 45 When we left the restaurant, we drove to the road which fronted the beach and then followed it until we came to the last parking place before the dunes began, the parking place closest to the border between the textile beach and the nude beach. I stripped off my clothes and, leaving my shoes on the floor of the Explorer, stepped down onto the sand. Phil began to maneuver his crotch around the shift knob as he moved into the passenger seat. Even though there was not another car to be seen in either direction, he didn't feel comfortable about stepping out of the car on the driver's side while he was naked. When I had kidded him about it, asking if he expected a car to materialize out of nowhere and catch him naked in its headlights, he replied simply, "Yes." After he said it, I had remembered a similar conversation I had had with Ted when I had not wanted to go nude in front of the house. Ted had asked me then, "Whatcha think, Sport, they're ridin' along with binoculars just waitin' to get a look at your dick?" I had felt foolish at the time, and since I didn't want Phil to feel that way, I had let it drop. Phil finally got the delicate cargo inside his shorts past the gearshift and dropped his butt into the passenger seat. He handed me the car key on the elastic strap and stripped off his clothes, leaving his shoes beside mine on the floor. I had wanted to bring rubbers and lube so we could have our last fuck of the vacation on the beach. I thought it would be romantic, particularly since it was such a beautiful night. Phil's reaction was quite different. "I don't much feel like putting on a show." "But we already did," I told him. "We already sucked each other off on the beach." "That was before we saw Petey at the party the other night. Now I feel like being more careful." "We could go back in the dunes." "No way. I feel like we got something better than that going. I'd hate it if somebody came up and saw us. It'd make it seem different than it really is between us when I'm inside you." I noticed Phil was fingering his neck chain. "You mean you think we need to hide what we're doing, like keep it a secret?" "No, not hide it exactly. I mean we pretty much told Bob and Walt when we let them use our rubbers and lube. And I'm ok with that. But it would bother me for somebody to see us and think there's no difference between the way we feel about what we're doing and the way Terry felt about fucking Petey with the crowd watching them." I was beginning to catch on. I had felt the same way when I had decided to buy Phil the neck chain. And for once in my life I said exactly what I meant. "You mean what we got going is something special and that could ruin it." "Yeah," Phil said, looking somewhat embarrassed. I thought we needed to lighten up a little. "Well," I said, dragging out the sound, "ok, but you'll have to make it up to me by fucking me twice when we get back to the room." Phil answered in a whine, "Just twice? Gee, I suppose I can make do with just doing it twice if I have to. I can always jerk off afterwards." I put my arms around him and hugged him against me, whispering in his ear. "Listen, if you need to jerk off after you've fucked me twice, I'll do it for you, ok?" "You got a deal," he whispered into my ear as he hugged me back. So once we were both naked, we left the Explorer behind and walked across the textile beach to the sign. When we were safely on the nude beach, we walked along the water's edge. At first we were hand in hand, but Phil pulled me to him and put his arm around my shoulders. I put mine around his waist. We continued to walk along, talking sometimes about things we had enjoyed about the week but mainly just enjoying each other's company in silence. When we reached the end of the men's beach, we retraced our steps and drove back to the motel. The second fuck never happened because we used every trick we knew to prolong the first one. We approached an orgasm over and over but managed to back off each time until the last, and we came then only because we decided to. Phil barely managed to remove the rubber from his softening dick before he fell asleep, and I wasn't long behind him. In the morning I woke with a belly and chest crusty with dried cum. Phil's chest hair was matted with my cum and his dick was crusty from his own. He woke when I got out of bed, so I set up the coffee maker. We were in the shower in a matter of minutes, washing each other at first and ending our shower by jerking each other off. "Ok with you if we pack up the car and check out before we eat? We can get breakfast on our way out of town." "Sounds fine to me," I replied. Forty-five minutes or so later we were ordering our breakfast at the pancake restaurant. The T-bone steak and eggs special was a thing of the past. This week the special was corned beef hash and eggs with the inevitable side of pancakes, something which tempted neither of us. From there we went to the service station on the edge of town to fill up the tank and make a pit stop of our own before we hit the interstate. "You going to drive?" Phil asked me as we left the rest room. I was pleased to be asked. "Course," I said, as if there had been no question. Phil was asleep five minutes after we reached cruising speed and continued to sleep until I slowed down to exit four hours later. "Where are we?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "In a car." "Very funny. Now tell me." So I told him, adding, "I'm hungry." "Yeah, me too now that I think about it," Phil said as he yawned and stretched. "What's here?" "A burger place, another burger place, and an ice cream store that also has burgers. I think the sign at the gas station says they have burgers too." "Guess we'll have burgers then. Whatcha think?" "Just what I was dreaming of." Four burgers, two large fries, and two sodas later we were back on the road with Phil at the wheel. My full belly and the increasing warmth of the day made me drowsy, so I had gladly handed the key to Phil and settled in the passenger seat for a nap. Mine was shorter than Phil's, lasting only about two hours. We rode in companionable silence for a while. When we stopped for gas, we switched and I drove. Phil stayed awake this time and we talked off and on while listening to music on the radio. Phil and I switched again for the last hour of the trip. We were close enough to home by then that we could pass someone who knew me and, more important, knew I wasn't old enough to drive. We agreed it would complicate our lives if someone carried that piece of information to my dad. When Phil pulled into our driveway and parked beside the house where he always stopped his UPS truck, I finally admitted to myself that the vacation was over. I suddenly realized I wouldn't be spending the night comfortably curled up in the security of Phil's arms. I reached across the seat and pulled Phil to me, kissing him firmly on the mouth. He was clearly shocked that I would do such a thing where we could so easily be seen. "You crazy or what?" I stared straight into his eyes and said, "I love you." Before he could respond, I slipped out of the car. I opened the back to get my luggage and found myself staring into Phil's eyes in the rear view mirror. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said through the open hatch while I was pulling out my bags. "G'night!" I closed the hatch and headed into the house. Phil waited until I was inside before he drove away. I knew Dad was home because I had seen both the car and the truck in the garage, but it turned out he was in his studio with the door closed. I doubted he'd want to be disturbed while he was working just to be told I was home, so I dropped my bag of dirty clothes onto the washer and carried my other bag up to my room. I had been hoping Ted would still be there, but when I didn't see his car, I knew he was gone. The door to his room was open, and all of the things he usually had on his dresser and desk as well as his laptop were gone. When I got to my room, I found a note from him on my bed telling me he had waited as long as he could and then had had to leave. He said I should email him when I got up in the morning and he would email me back when the internet connection in his room was activated. He hoped we could chat so I could tell him about the trip. It hadn't occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to chat with Ted as soon as I got home. I unpacked my toilet things and was putting away the clothes I had brought home clean when the telephone rang. In response to my hello, Phil replied, "That was a rotten thing to do, to say that and then to run off like you did. Did you really mean it? No, that's not what I mean. I want to know what you meant when you said that. Was it, like, just good-bye and thanks for a great time or what?" I was instantly pulled out of my depressed mood by the realization that I needed to answer his question carefully. I started talking while I was thinking. "Well, yeah, it meant that, but that's not all it meant. I really meant what I said." I couldn't bring myself to repeat it since he hadn't said it too. "You really meant that? Why did you wait to say it until then?" "That's the first minute it kinda dawned on me things weren't gonna go on like they were all week. I mean, I was gonna have to stay here and you were gonna leave. You weren't gonna be there every minute. I was already starting to miss you. It was like it was my last chance to say it. I been thinking it for days." "I got to think about this. It's not like you could just move in with me or anything. This is serious. I shoulda figured it out when you gave me the chain. We got to think about this." I was sure by now I had said the wrong thing. "Listen, I'm sorry. I never should have said it. I didn't mean to make any trouble." There was a pause before Phil began to speak. "I think I'm giving you the wrong idea here. I didn't want to tell you I love you and then find out you didn't really feel the same way. I just didn't want you to feel like you were trapped or anything. But now I know you do, I can put up with missing you every minute you're not with me. But we got to figure out how we can make this work. We gotta talk about this. I guess it'll be Friday before we can get together to talk." "Yeah, Friday." Friday seemed like a long time from Sunday night. The next morning I was up early and emailed Ted as soon as I was out of bed. It was nearly noon before Ted paged me for a chat. "How'd it go, Sport?" he asked. I told him about the trip, the guys we had met, and the party on Thursday night. Ted made comments as I typed. When I told him Phil had let me drive, he said, "You must have him twisted 'round your little finger if he let you drive his car. You only have to take one look at the way he keeps that thing to know it's his pride and joy." That's when I told him about me telling Phil I love him. "Whoa! Serious stuff there. What'd he say?" I told him how I had done it. While I was still keying in the phone conversation that followed, Ted replied with, "That was low, Sport. You just said that to him and then got out and slammed the door? You never gave him a chance to say anything?" I sent what I had finished and continued to key in the rest. "Yep, he's right. You guys got a lot to talk about. I'm not gonna ask you if you're sure because I don't think you would have said it if you weren't. I'm behind you all the way." We continued to chat until Ted told me Brian wanted him to go to lunch. "He says to tell you hi." "Hi back to him," I replied as we ended our chat. 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.