Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 11:04:51 CST From: Tim Foure Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 9 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 9 by Tim Foure 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 9 Boomer's attitude toward jerking off and dicks in general changed completely after he came the first time. Not only was he willing to jerk me off and have me jerk him off at almost any time, but he suddenly became interested in other boys' dicks and in jerking them off or, failing that, in jerking off with them. The day I had shown him my dick stick, he had made one of his own, and he compared it to mine at every opportunity. To my great satisfaction, the growth of mine continued to outdistance his. He also wanted to know what I knew about the dicks of the other guys we went to school with, but was disappointed when he found out I had no information at all. "You mean you never did it with any of them?" he asked me with a tone of complete amazement. "No, never. Remember you wouldn't do it with me when I asked you. I figured if my best friend wouldn't do it, those other guys sure wouldn't!" "D'ya ever even try?" "Am I hearing this from a guy who told me it was gross not even a month ago?" I asked. "I didn't know how good it felt then," he said with not even a hint of apology in his voice. "I told you how good it felt," I replied. "Yeah, but now I know it for myself. I like it better when you do it to me. I like doing it to you too. Didn't you ever want to do it to anybody else?" "Sure did. That's why I asked you." I decided not to tell him about my twice-daily sessions with Ted. I was immediately aware that sharing things with Ted was different from sharing things about Ted and me with others, even my best friend. I knew I'd tell Ted about everything Boomer and I did while we were jerking each other off in bed that night. "But what about all those guys at school, you never even saw any of 'em with hardons?" "How could I do that?" "You coulda tried. You coulda asked them," he said. "Right. I see it now. I tell Jerry Daniels I want to see his hardon so I can jerk him off. Five minutes later I'm in Mr. Stewart's office being thrown out of school." "Maybe," was as far as he would go toward conceding I was right. But it turned out Boomer did have enough nerve to ask other guys if they would jerk off with him, and many of them ultimately agreed to do it. He would somehow get a guy to agree, they would do it together a time or two, they would do it to each other a time or two, and then Boomer would work it out so I was included in all subsequent meetings. Since almost everyone in the class was right-handed, Boomer had had to learn how to do it with his right hand too unless he wanted to take turns, which was not his preferred method. Through the early part of that fall I helped him to make the transition from being able to use only his left hand for the purpose. In the end he was able to do it not only with his right hand, but actually with both hands at the same time on two different dicks, a very useful skill to have. Over the course of the school year he convinced almost half the guys in our class to reveal what they thought of as their secret shame. He approached them one at a time, always when they were alone. His trick was to bring up the subject of jerking off and then admit to them he did it. Apparently this made it seem like less of a revelation for them to tell him the same thing about themselves. After that he had no trouble convincing them to take the next step of letting him see them do it as long as they saw him do it first or at least at the same time. The subsequent step was easier to bring about, although he used slightly different methods with each guy until he had his hand on their dicks and they had hold of his. Finally he included me and we became a threesome. He enjoyed telling me every detail about how each "conquest" was achieved, and I enjoyed listening. He was also very candid about the conquests he hadn't been able to make and the potential for his having better success with them in the future. After a while I realized there was no guy in the class who didn't fall into one of two categories, those he had done it with and those he was still working on. Even Jerry Daniels was not excluded from his list of future possibilities, and I suspected he had his eye on one of the teachers although he denied it. At one point we were jerking off with four other guys, each one alone with the two of us. When Boomer convinced a new guy to jerk off with him and then with me as well, we did it frequently with him for a few weeks. After that the guy seemed to lose interest and we would move on to another of Boomer's conquests. Two guys, however, never did lose interest. Boomer enlarged our threesomes with them by converting them into a foursome, and we met with them regularly through the second half of the school year. One of them was Kevin Cooper, who had always known more about and had a greater interest in sex than any other guy in the class. The other was Jeffy Johnson, a quiet kid no one paid any attention to. For some reason I jumped from hardly knowing Kevin and Jeffy to trusting them almost the way I did Boomer. I had been in school with both Kevin and Jeffy since kindergarten. Kevin had always been part of the group that hung together, and although he was clearly the slowest one of us, everyone liked him. He did not take offense at being laughed at, a good thing since he was always doing or saying things so incredibly stupid even the teachers couldn't hold back, and he laughed at himself for his follies with equal ease. When we were in the third grade, Boomer told me after one of Kevin's more stunning disasters that he was sure his black Lab was smarter than Kevin because while Kevin had the advantage in being able to talk, the Lab knew enough to come in out of the rain. But as Jeffy once told me when the two of us were alone, Nature compensates. Kevin had been a beautiful little boy, acknowledged to be so by everyone who saw him, and he grew into a handsome teenager. He had brown hair with reddish highlights, green eyes with long, long eyelashes, creamy smooth skin, and an open, captivating smile. His body was far more developed than any of ours. He had a substantial pubic bush and hairy legs at the age of twelve. He had not yet achieved his full height, so from a distance you would have taken him for the twelve year old that he was, but up close the development of his body made him seem much more mature than his years. And although he generally avoided exercise of any kind if he could, he looked as if he had spent many hours in the gym laboring to achieve the body he had. He wasn't so much muscular as he was naturally well-developed. After the foursome was formed, I tended to pay more attention to the other members' appearance. No doubt it was because of the high level of sexual attraction I felt for the other three guys. Over time I noticed it was almost impossible for Kevin to look bad. He was handsome from every angle all the time, no matter what. Jeffy, on the other hand, was a loner. He was the kind of kid whose absence was never noticed, the one about whom you said, "Someone's missing, but I can't figure out who." He usually went unnoticed when he was present as well. Even the teachers failed to notice him when they were putting people on the spot with impossible to answer questions. In all of our time together in school, I don't remember a single teacher ever calling on him to answer a question. No doubt his invisibility in teachers' and students' memories alike was partly due to his appearance. Under ordinary circumstances, his round face wore an expression that hovered between bland and neutral. His hair was more colorless than blond, but if you had to call it blond, then it was a blond that no box of hair coloring has ever promised to reproduce. His eyes were light and did not suggest that intelligence lurked behind them. And he was small, having the most immature of body of the four of us. But Jeffy wasn't in the least slow. In fact, it turned out he got better grades than even Jerry Daniels, who was acknowledged by all to be the class brain. Once I got to know Jeffy, I couldn't understand how I had ever not noticed him before. When he was with us, it seemed as if an altogether different person would materialize suddenly out of the kid we knew from school. His eyes would light up, his face would change completely as he smiled, and his body language would suggest vast amounts of untapped energy. It was like Clark Kent turning into Superman. Jeffy was hysterically funny, and he aimed his humor at all of us, including himself. He never went so far in the sharp little comments he would fire at you that you felt you had been demeaned or that you couldn't still laugh at them yourself. He also never made a comment to Kevin that went over his head while at the same time seeming to treat him to the same kind of humorous barrage of insults the rest of us endured. He seemed to know the limits on our individual abilities to understand and accept or at least laugh at what he said, and he never crossed that line. Jeffy and I were the same age, Kevin was in the middle, and Boomer was the youngest of the four of us. But nothing seemed to relate to our relative ages. Boomer was the instigator, the one without whom the other three of us would never have gotten together. Kevin had the biggest dick and seemed to be game for almost anything. In fact, Kevin's dick at twelve years old was as big as Ted's at seventeen, and Kevin had bigger balls that had begun producing cum when he was barely nine years old. At the opposite extreme, Jeffy had the smallest dick but the most amazing imagination. It wasn't until Boomer started his quest to jerk off every guy in our class that I discovered what variety there is in dicks. Before that I had thought dicks simply came in sizes. Boomer's was straight as an arrow like mine, but smaller because he was younger. I took it for granted that by the time that mine reached the length of Ted's, it would develop the slight upward curve that his had. My eyes were opened after we had jerked off with just a few guys. Each dick was a different size, two were curved but one went to the left and one to the right, and one was fat at the base but came almost to a point at the head. The possessor of that marvel was Billy McCoy, but in the foursome we always called him "Pointy." Dicks were our favorite subject for conversation, one which we returned to regularly even if we had nothing new to share on the subject. Boomer and I contributed what we had learned from our experiences with our other classmates. Kevin never noticed other guys' dicks unless he was playing with one of them, and then he was unlikely to remember any details after the fact. But Jeffy continually surprised us with what he knew. He had been interested in dicks from an early age and, as he did for any other subject which interested him, he had undertaken a careful and organized study. He always had something to contribute, most of it gleaned from hanging around the men's rooms at various malls he had visited while his mom was shopping. He could look even younger than his actual age, a talent which he had learned to exploit in his observation of older men's dicks. He said they tended not to notice him as he stared at their dicks at urinals, so he had even seen several men with hardons. Once the foursome was formed, it stuck together. For the rest of that school year, we met at someone's house to jerk each other off several times a week. Usually it was Jeffy's house because his mother had a job and could be counted on to be absent. Occasionally just three, or even two, would be able to meet, but all of us agreed there was something particularly optimal about the orgasm that could be achieved when the complete foursome was participating. After the four of us had jerked each other off one Monday afternoon in the middle of the winter, we were lying around on the floor at Jeffy's house in post-orgasmic lethargy talking about dicks and casually touching each other's even though there was no hope of another jerk-off session occurring very soon. Constant touching of each other, whether naked or clothed, and whether the part touched had erogenous potential or not, was the preferred expression of our intimacy as a group. It both provided security and guaranteed access. It was tacitly understood each of us had unrestricted access to the dicks of the other three, so none of us were ever bashful about anything that was on our minds when we got together. Jeffy began the day's discussion of dicks by making a statement that caused Boomer and me to sit up suddenly. "I got sucked off Saturday." Boomer was the first to reply, "You got what?" "I got sucked off Saturday when we were at Northgate Mall," he said. He continued flipping Kevin's dick back and forth. Kevin was watching the rest of us, but otherwise he had not reacted to Jeffy's statement. "Whazzat mean exactly?" Boomer asked. "This guy sucked on my dick until I came." "He gave you a blowjob?" Boomer asked, switching to the term which we used at school. "Yep, he sure did," Jeffy replied, his smile at full power and his eyes sparkling. The foursome had talked about blowjobs periodically, but the idea that anyone would actually perform the action involved remained beyond the imagination of the rest of the group. It was another of those terms used solely for its effect, so when someone said, "Fuck you!", they replied, "Blow me!", never thinking either expression was intended to describe an activity that occurred in real life. Now, suddenly, it had. Of course, Ted and I had been sucking each other off for months by the time Jeffy dropped his bombshell. But Ted and I had decided anything of a sexual nature he and I did probably ought not to be shared with Boomer or, once it was formed, with the foursome, so I acted as if this was the first time I had heard of the possibility. "What'd he do with your cum?" Boomer asked. "D'ya just cum right in his mouth?" "Yep, sure did. He wanted me to." Boomer rolled his eyes, as if such a thing was beyond human understanding. "You sure you didn't cum in his mouth just, like, by accident?" Boomer asked. "No way. How do you come in somebody's mouth by accident? He told me he wanted me to do it." "How could he tell you that if he had your dick in his mouth?" Boomer asked. "He told me before he started sucking it." I noticed Boomer had a hardon which he had taken hold of. I had gotten hard almost immediately, probably because I had no difficulty at all imagining the scene in which Jeffy got his dick sucked, and I was squeezing my dick. Jeffy's attentions to Kevin's dick had gotten results too, bring Kevin up to three-quarters of a hardon. Alone of the four of us, Jeffy was still soft. "Wait a minute, he just said to you outta nowhere he was going to let you cum in his mouth?" Boomer asked. "No, it wasn't outta nowhere. First he told me he was going to suck me off and after that while we were getting ready he told me he was going to drink my cum straight outta my balls." Boomer had a look of complete amazement on his face. Kevin, who was clearly developing more interest in the subject, simply looked handsome as usual. "How come he said that to you?" Boomer asked. "I think he was trying to make me hot. He was already real hot. I saw his dick. It was hard. And big." "How'd you see it?" Boomer asked. "He was standing at the urinal jerking it. I watched him do it for a while before he said anything to me." Since Jeffy had told us before about the dicks he saw at the urinals, we moved onto familiar ground with that piece of information. "Izzat when he told you he was gonna suck you off?" Boomer said. "No, not right then. First he asked me what I was looking at." "Were you looking at him?" Boomer asked. "I mean at his dick?" "Yeah, that's why I was there." Jeffy had told us before he got the information about dicks he had shared with us by staying in restrooms, making himself appear younger than he was, and seeming to be both bored and at loose ends. In the past the men in the restroom had simply ignored him. "So what'd ya say?" "Told him I wasn't looking at nothing." "And what'd he say?" "For a while he didn't say anything, but he was jerking his dick with his right hand before he talked to me and then he switched to his left. I could see his hardon a whole lot better then." "Wow, was he big? You think he did it on purpose so you could see it?" "It was bigger even then Kevin's." Since Kevin's dick was by far the largest of the four of ours, and since none of us had ever seen one larger. In our minds, a dick larger than Kevin's was truly large. "And I know he wanted me to see it, because he was holding it in his open hand so it was just lying there hard as could be and he was looking straight at me." Jeffy demonstrated what he meant, using his own dick which was now hard. He stood up, cupped his left hand under his dick but kept his fist completely open so we could see his hardon laying in his hand, and slid his hand back and forth along his dick. Three pair of eyes were riveted on Jeffy's dick. "D'ya look?" asked Boomer. "Sure did! Then the guy said why didn't I come over there where I could get a better look. I went over and stood next to him. I was just staring straight at it." "D'ya get a hardon too?" Boomer asked. "Oh, yeah! I was thinking maybe he would let me touch it when he said I probably ought to get my dick out and stand facing the urinal so if somebody came in, it would look like we were just standing there peeing. I did like he said. I was covering it with my hands at first because of having a hardon. I was still staring right at his dick. He asked me to show him mine. He told me I had a real nice one." Jeffy having begun to add details to his story on his own, Boomer asked fewer questions. Jeffy got back down on the floor with the rest of us and resumed his casual attention to Kevin's dick, which was now fully hard. "I told him his was nice too. He was still holding it in the same way, with it just laying in his hand and he was sliding his hand under it real slow. He thanked me. We just stood there for a minute with me looking at his dick. Then he said he bet I wanted to touch it. I looked up at his face and he was staring at me and smiling. I just reached out and put my finger on it. It was really hot!" "What'd it look like?" Boomer asked. Jeffy's eyes rolled upwards, as if he was trying to see the picture of the dick stored in his brain. "It was longer than Kevin's and thicker and real straight. It had like veins on it that you could see. The skin was kind of dark, darker than his hand. The head looked real big. "I kept my finger on it a little while and then I slid my hand around it so I was holding it. I could feel it like throb. He asked me if I liked holding it and I told him I did. He said I probably ought to let go of it in case someone came in, so I did. He said if I wasn't afraid to do it, we could go into one of the stalls and I could hold it again. I looked him straight in the eyes and asked him if I ought to be afraid of him. He looked straight back at me for a minute before he said no, I didn't need to be because he wasn't going to hurt me. "We went into the stall at the end that was farthest from the door. He pulled his pants and shorts down and sat on the toilet. He told me I needed to sit on his leg so only one pair of feet showed under the door. He held me with his arm around my back and got me to lift my legs up and put them on his other leg. I started reaching for his dick. He pulled his shirt and sweater up so I could see it. I felt it all over. It kept throbbing in my hand. "He asked me if I knew what was going to happen if I kept up what I was doing. I told him he would cum. He said I was too young to cum so how did I know about it. I told him I could too cum. I tried to get my pants open, but it was hard the way I was sitting. He told me to stand up and he would help me. He let my feet down to the floor and helped me push my pants and underpants down. He wanted me to pull them off over my shoes. He stood up and hung them on the hook. "Right then we both heard the door open. He picked me up and sat down and sat me across his legs. He held his finger up in front of his lips to tell me to be quiet. Then he started rubbing my dick, so I reached down and started jerking his. His was all wet on the end. I was wondering if he was cumming already, but it was slick stuff and not like cum. "We heard the guy who came in pee and then leave. The guy I was sitting on asked if I could really cum or if I was just putting him on. I told him I really could. He said he would suck me off if I wanted him to. I told him to go ahead. He didn't want me standing on the floor in case somebody came in, so he helped me get on my knees on top of his legs. He had to hold me with both hands to keep me balanced. He had a real tight grip on both sides of my butt. That's when he said he was going to drink the cum right outta my balls and he took my dick in his mouth. It felt great! "I came real quick because he had been jerking my dick for a while before he ever started sucking on it. He swallowed my cum. Then he told me I wasn't lying after all. He got me to sit back down on his legs because he said my knees were killing him. I was thinking I would get to jerk him off then and I was trying to decide if I would suck on his if he asked me, but he never did. He started jerking his dick like crazy. He shot all over my legs. There was a lot. He wiped it all off with toilet paper. "He helped me get my pants back on. He told me to go on out and just let him stay in there a while. That's what I did." The three of us were almost in a trance listening to Jeffy. Boomer was the first to come out of it. "I can't make up my mind if that's hot or gross," Boomer said. "It was plenty hot when it was happening," Jeffy said. "I wanna try it." Without another word, he bent over and took Kevin's hardon straight into his mouth. I knew from the look on Kevin's face Jeffy had gotten him with his teeth. "You're biting me! You're biting me!" Kevin said, pulling on Jeffy's head to make him take his mouth off of his dick. "Lemme try again. I'll be careful," Jeffy said. Kevin looked dubious, but he gave in. He had a look of fearful anticipation on his face as Jeffy took his dick into his mouth again, but Jeffy had apparently gotten control of his teeth, because Kevin's look softened and then turned into one of his radiant smiles. "That feels so good!" he said. Boomer looked at me and said, "You try it." "Try it yourself!" I told him. Boomer gave me a look of exasperation, placed his hand in the center of my chest to push me back so I was lying on the floor, took my hard dick in his hand, and, after staring at it for a long minute, went straight down on it. Having had a lot of experience being on both ends of this kind of operation, I knew Boomer was doing a good job. He only scraped me once, but within a minute he was coordinating his lips and tongue to provide me with a number of pleasant sensations. As he sucked my dick, I looked at Kevin and Jeffy. Jeffy had learned the trick which let him take all of Kevin's fairly large dick into his mouth and throat. I could see Kevin's dick emerge from Jeffy's mouth alternately with Jeffy's lips disappearing into Kevin's pubic hair. After a few minutes, nowhere near long enough for any of us to be close to cumming, Kevin said, "Let's change." We did this a lot while we were jerking each other off. The purpose was to make sure everyone had a chance to hold everyone else's dick. Kevin had adapted a familiar practice to an unfamiliar activity. And knowing the way Kevin's mind worked, he had done so completely by accident. Because of the way we were lying, Kevin began sucking Boomer's dick and I went to work on Jeffy's. I couldn't decide how bad to be the first time, but I knew I had to be careful not to let my expertise show. I decided to give Jeffy one scrape with my teeth and then no more. I believe he was completely convinced this was my first time. We continued to swap off every few minutes until I, at least, felt I would cum before too much longer. I mentioned this and found agreement in the others. As we were about to change partners again for what we now thought would be the last round, Jeffy had an idea which would let each of us suck someone else simultaneously, much as we had always jerked each other off all four at once. Jeffy had me and Boomer lie on the floor in opposite directions, my head beside his hips and his beside mine. Kevin and Jeffy got on their hands and knees over us, but also in opposite directions. As it happened, I got Kevin's dick for my mouth and Jeffy got mine for his. Beside me Boomer got Kevin's mouth and Jeffy's dick. We sucked each other until we started to cum. Kevin was first, as usual, giving me a small load, hardly more than a taste. Since it had only been a little over an hour since we had all cum the last time, it would have been surprising if there had been more. I kept his dick in my mouth after he finished cumming and felt it begin to deflate. Boomer was next, followed by me. Jeffy was last. "The was great!" Boomer said. "Told you it wasn't gross," Jeffy said. "I wanna do this from now on, ok guys?" Kevin asked, surprising us all since he was usually more passive and tended to enjoy whatever someone else suggested. "You bet!" Boomer replied, the instant convert. I agreed, as did Jeffy. From then on, the foursome sucked dick. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.