Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 08:11:49 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 12 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 12

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.
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Chapter 12

In the spring of my 14th year Dad began to attack the wish list of things
he and Mom hadn't been able to afford when they renovated the dream
house. He was able to do this because not only was his work selling so well
that he had been able to raise his prices substantially, but Mom and her
four partners had taken their internet company public with astounding
success. Suddenly accessories for the dream house which had seemed to be
remote possibilities came into the affordable range. A garage was added
which connected to the porch behind the house, and the part of the
surrounding porch between the garage and the kitchen became a breakfast
room and a bathroom. This bathroom had access from the outside as well as
from the house because Dad said he was tired of having a trail of grass
clippings and the like running from the kitchen door to our bathroom on the
second floor. This access served another purpose as well because last of
all a swimming pool was installed in the L formed by the addition of the
garage.

When Dad and Mom began talking about adding things to the house, Ted began
his campaign for a pool. He talked constantly about how wonderful it would
be to have such a thing. He told me he imagined himself coming home from a
hot day of mowing lawns and being able to jump straight into the pool to
cool off. But when he spoke of it to Dad, he emphasized how relaxing it
would be for him, and how much easier it would for him to get the exercise
the doctor had told him he needed by swimming rather than jogging or riding
the stationery bicycle.  Although Ted was usually a convincing talker, this
time I thought Dad saw through all of his arguments to the agenda behind
them. But we got the pool anyhow.

Ted was the first one into the pool. The weather hadn't really warmed up
yet, and the water was cold besides, but the day the pool was filled he
came home from mowing, stripped naked, and jumped in. If it had actually
been possible to walk on water as cartoon characters do, Ted would have
done it that day. When he surfaced, he wrapped his arms around his chest
and started beating his hands against his sides. He kept saying, "Oh my
God! Oh my God!"  as he made his way to the ladder. Dad told me to run and
get some towels. We both worked at drying him when he got out of the
pool. He was covered in goose flesh and shivering violently. And he had
actually turned blue.

Dad guided him into the house and shoved him into a hot shower, where he
stayed for the next ten minutes. I dumped his dirty clothes into the basket
and got him fresh clothes from his room.  Even though his normal color had
returned by the time he got out of the shower, he was still shivering
occasionally. Dad had a pot of coffee ready, and Ted finished most of it
before he said he was beginning to warm up.

As the sense of crisis left us, the humor of the situation became more
apparent. Ted looked at the two of us standing there, both of us still in a
posture which suggested we were ready to do more for him, and said, "Maybe
I should wait a couple days before I go swimmin' again." He had a sheepish
grin on his face.

"I think that'd be a very good idea," Dad said as he broke out laughing. "I
never saw such a look as the one you had on your face when your feet hit
that water!"

Ted was laughing too. "I never felt anythin' that cold in my whole life. I
thought I was gonna die!"

We all laughed at that and continued to chuckle once in a while as we
worked on preparing dinner.

That night in bed, Ted told me he still wasn't completely warmed up. I
tried to warm him up by cuddling with him and rubbing his dick while we
talked.

"I think that was the single dumbest thing I ever did," he told me.

Since I couldn't think of anything to say to that, I just continued rubbing
his dick. I was moving closer and closer to sucking it. I expected to be
doing it under the covers because I couldn't imagine him laying there naked
and uncovered after his chilling experience of the afternoon.

"Did you know your dick disappeared?" I asked.

"Not until I got in the shower, but it was gone for sure. I think it tried
to crawl up inside of me. If Dad hadn'ta been standin' right there and
watchin' me, I woulda rubbed it more than I did."

"You think Dad doesn't know about jerking off?" I asked.

"Course he does, but I don't think he'd be all that thrilled for me to be
doin' it right in front of him, ya know?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to do it right in front of him either, I guess." But
the idea intrigued me, and I remembered that I still hadn't managed to see
Dad with a hardon. That was a project that had become harder to accomplish
since we had moved into the dream house and quit sharing a bathroom.

"You're doing a good job on me right now. Lemme work on you some," Ted said
as he crawled under the covers and made his way to my crotch.

My dick was hard and ready for him, and he took the whole thing straight
into his mouth. Since he had reversed directions when he went under the
covers, his dick was near my face. I thought it would keep him warmer if I
just held it in my mouth. I wiggled over to him and let it slide in, but
once I had it in my mouth, I couldn't keep still. I had to lick and suck on
it. Within a minute we were engaged in a full-fledged sixty-nine, sucking
dick, licking balls, and even rimming after a while. When we were gong to
sleep later, Ted told me that had warmed him up more than anything else
after the shower.

Eventually the heater got the water in the pool up to a comfortable level.
The closeness of the pool to the house, an easy twenty-second dash from
under the water to inside the bathroom door, made it possible to swim even
before the air temperature registered a corresponding warmth. At first,
except for the day when Ted took his icy plunge, he and I wore suits in the
pool, but in a short time we became just as comfortable being nude in the
pool as we were in the house. When the weather warmed up so that we began
spending time outside around the pool, we became comfortable being nude
there too. Dad was a little slower to make the adjustment.

Just as Ted had been the first to stop wearing clothes much of the time in
the house, he was the first to stop wearing a bathing suit in and around
the pool. In the house he wouldn't strip just for the sake of being naked,
but if for some reason he was already naked, such as when he awoke in the
morning or when he had just come out of the shower, he simply wouldn't
bother to dress unless or until he had to leave the house. Since Ted
remained my hero, I began to do the same, although in my case there was a
good deal of trepidation that I would sprout a hardon in front of Dad. It
wouldn't have bothered Ted if he did.

Dad had never seemed to notice as Ted progressed through intermediate
stages to going nude much of the time, but as soon as I began to imitate
Ted, Dad became aware of it.

"Are we running a nudist colony here or what?" Dad asked suddenly one
Sunday night when Ted and I were both slouched on the sofa watching a movie
on tv.

"Whatcha mean?" Ted asked.

"Matt's just laying all over you there and you're both naked."

That was true. But I had always treated Ted as my personal pillow, lying on
him or against him in whatever position took my fancy. Since he always
moved to accommodate me, I took it for granted that I was welcome to use
him in that way. In fact, it was more than that, because it simply never
occurred to me to wonder about it. I had been doing it for as long as I
could remember. There's a painting of Ted sitting in a rocking chair and
holding me when I was barely a year old that Dad did for Mom. She took it
to Atlanta for her apartment. I suppose the truth was I had been lying all
over him all of my life. The fact that we were naked didn't seem very
important.  By this time we had been sleeping together naked and having sex
for almost two years. But then Dad didn't know that.

I thought I'd better move, so I lifted my head off of Ted's leg. He pushed
me back down with the hand he had had on my chest.

"We always do this," Ted replied.

"Not naked you don't," Dad said.

"Yeah, we been doin' it for a long time. You just didn't notice."

"How could I not notice that you two guys were naked?"

"I dunno how, but you never noticed it before."

The truth was, Dad lived in a sort of a fog, his attention fully committed
to his current painting or whatever. When he took notice of the world
around him, he often did it suddenly, discovering something for the first
time weeks or even months after everyone else. But once he noticed
something enough to comment on it, he sometimes became fixated on it.

"You were never just laying around naked before."

"Sure were. I been naked since I got back from mowin' at 2:30, and I been
layin' on this sofa the whole time since I got outta the shower except for
when we were eatin' supper. Sport was here with me for a while this
afternoon readin', and then he came back after he loaded the dishwasher."

The attraction to lying there that day was a fire in the fireplace,
probably the last one for the year, made possible by an unseasonable drop
in temperature that morning.

"You mean when I came through here and asked you to brush some of the ashes
back into the fireplace, you were naked?"

"Sure was. And Sport was laying here reading at the same time."

"And you both ate supper with no clothes on?"

"Sittin' right at the table with you, naked as the day we were born."

"Where was I?" Dad asked, but there was a distant quality to his voice
which suggested that wherever he had been, he was on his way there again.

"Good question!" Ted whispered to me.

That was the end of the conversation, but having been made aware of our
nudity, Dad continued to remain aware of it with the detached intensity of
the artist. He never mentioned it to us again, and he began to go naked
occasionally too, but after that conversation I noticed him looking at us a
lot more than he ever had before. The looking began a few minutes later.
Although we were in the middle of the movie we were watching, and it had
been something he had particularly wanted to see, he went to his studio and
got a sketch pad. For the rest of the evening we were his models.

At first the intensity with which he looked at us as he sketched made me
self-conscious. I was keenly aware that I was naked, and I anticipated the
dreaded hardon showing itself at any second.  I also started to feel
cramped because I was afraid to move. I had always heard that models had to
remain motionless for long periods of time, although I had no personal
experience on which to base that belief since Dad had never used models.

When I couldn't stand to remain still any longer, I asked Dad, "Is it ok if
I move?"

"He didn't hear you. He doesn't know you're here," Ted said.

"He's looking right at me."

"Doesn't matter. He doesn't know you're here. Just move when you want to.
Trust me."

I moved, experiencing instant relief. Dad flipped the page over and
continued to draw. He didn't say a word.

"See?" Ted said. "Just move whenever you want to. It won't bother him."

And it didn't. Every time one of us moved, Dad turned over a new page and
kept on drawing.  When the movie ended, Ted stood up and said he was ready
for bed. Ever the follower, I replied, "Me too."

Dad had flipped over a page when Ted stood, but apparently he didn't become
aware of what was said until Ted and I started up the stairs. Finally
noticing that his models were moving out of his range of vision, he snapped
back to our world and said, "Good night, guys," as he went into his studio.

In bed I asked Ted how he knew that Dad wasn't expecting us to be still and
pose for him.

"That's not the way he works. Watch him. He looks at stuff until he finds
what he wants or until he can put it together in his head. But he never
sets stuff up. It's got to already be there. That's what's goin' on with
us. He'll keep lookin' at us until he sees just what he's after. But he
won't be lookin' at US us, you understand? He'll be looking at what he sees
until it matches up with what he wants to use it for. But we could be,
like, a couple of apples or something. Like tonight, he didn't even know
we, like you and me, were there. I bet you coulda sucked my dick and he
would have drawn it and not said a word."

I had some doubts about that. I didn't want to challenge that particular
statement, but I decided I didn't want to test it out either.

"It felt creepy the way he was looking at us at first. Especially when I
was starting to hurt. But then when you said I could move, it started to
get kinda hot feeling. You understand?"

"Yeah, he made you think about being naked. You weren't thinkin' about it
before that. It bother you?"

"No, not really, not after a while."

"If it does, just come up here. You know he won't follow you."

Dad hadn't been on the second floor of the dream house since we moved in.
When he said we could have the upstairs to ourselves, he wasn't
kidding. Ted and I were responsible for keeping it clean and putting our
things away. It was Mom who checked on us during her periodic trips
home. She called it "that pig sty upstairs" even though she approved the
level of cleanliness which we maintained after every inspection. I think it
was an article of faith with her that boys are not naturally neat and tidy,
even though experience should have taught her that Ted and I were. She
pretended that she believed it looked as it did because of a monumental
cleaning effort on our part just prior to her arrival.

"What really bothered me was I was afraid I was going to get a hardon," I
said.

"No big deal if you did. He woulda just drawn that too," Ted said,
laughing.  "Ya know, Sport, hardons are natural. Guys get 'em all the
time. Just be cool with it if you get one in front of him.  He won't care,
honest. 'K?"

"'K," I said.

"Hey, I bet you got one right now!" he said as he grabbed my dick under the
covers. "Boner inspection!"

Of course I did have one. And since he grabbed my dick with one hand and
poked me in the ribs with the other, I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to
roll up into a ball.  We were both laughing and I had tears running down my
face. But since Ted had known he was going to tickle me, he had pressed his
cheek against my belly and thereby had his head already inside my defensive
perimeter when I rolled up. I felt his mouth start down my dick so I
unrolled slowly and stretched out on the bed.

Both of us were in the mood for a long, very slow session that night. Being
made aware of my nudity had apparently had an erotic effect on me in spite
of the fact that I had not suffered the embarrassment of a hardon in front
of Dad. And while Ted had said that having Dad stare at him hadn't affected
him, something clearly had because we had moved from licking and sucking
dicks and balls to rimming very quickly.

Although Ted had sucked my entire dick into his mouth as a way of breaking
down my resistance to being tickled, he backed off quickly and began to
give it more minute attention. He spent fully fifteen minutes licking my
dick and balls one square inch at a time. He ended at the head of my dick,
in the back, where all the nerve endings come together. He was holding my
dick at the base with his fingers, forcing it to stick straight up. I felt
his tongue, very hot and wet, as he laid it against that spot. He held it
still there for a few seconds before he began sliding it up and down.  This
provided a sensation different from that of the tongue bath he had just
finished because he wasn't licking, he was sliding his tongue back and
forth over a very short distance. The head of my dick also felt hot
periodically as he was doing it.

I couldn't imagine how he was accomplishing that, so I peeked. Unlike Ted,
who liked to watch as I did things to him, I ordinarily kept my eyes closed
so that I could concentrate all my attention on what I was feeling. What I
saw was Ted raising and lowering his entire head over my dick so that while
the back of my dick was sliding along his tongue, the head was going in and
out of his mouth without him touching it with his lips. He was exhaling his
hot breath around the head each time it went into his mouth. The sensation
was incredible.

Somehow he was also managing to keep his tongue so wet that periodically a
drop of his saliva would fall from the tip of it and either slide down the
back of my dick or drop straight onto my balls. When I couldn't be sure I
wouldn't cum if he kept it up, we switched

I tried to repeat on his dick and balls everything he had done to mine. He
propped his head up on two pillows to watch me. Since his balls were hairy
and mine were not, I couldn't repeat exactly what he had done to them, so I
invented something new. I started catching a few of the hairs between my
lip and my tongue and pulling them gently, letting them slide out of my
mouth slowly.  Then I went immediately to the spot on his balls where they
connected and licked lightly.

"That feels wild!" he said. "It almost tickles but not really. Do it some
more."

I did it some more. And I began gathering the slick precum from the head of
his dick onto the tip of my tongue so I could use it on his balls. After a
while I began sucking his dick harder, bringing him to the brink of orgasm
several times before he said that he needed a rest or he would surely cum
the next time I touched his dick. We switched again.

Ted went to work on my dick immediately with his mouth, working me very
near to an orgasm in just a few minutes. When I told him to stop, he pulled
his mouth off of my dick. He grabbed my calves and pushed my legs up over
my chest, spreading them at the same time and telling me to hold them
there. When I took them, he started licking around my asshole, again with a
very wet tongue.

He drove me crazy by staying near but never actually touching the hole
itself. Until he did, and that nearly drove me crazy too. He licked it,
dragged his tongue across it, and stabbed it with his tongue. I loved it
all.

When he let me lower my legs, he had me keep them bent at the knees and
spread. He reached into the nightstand drawer and got the tube of
KY. Putting a small squeeze of it on the tip of his finger, he applied it
to my asshole, rubbing in circles around it. It was another new sensation,
the KY feeling both cool and slick. He repeated it several times and then
put the tube away.

When he came back to me, he put his finger on my asshole and started to
push. Since I wanted it inside of me, I tried to open my sphincter. I don't
really know if I had any success doing that, but in a short time his finger
was inside of me. I could feel it moving around when suddenly I got a jolt
of pleasure that went through my entire body. When I opened my eyes and
looked at Ted, he was smiling.

"Let's see if you can hold out a little while, ok? It's gonna be harder to
do than when I'm just workin' on your dick because this is your button I'm
gonna be pushin' here.  But try."

I shook my head yes. Ted took hold of my dick in his other hand and began
to stroke the shaft, staying away from the head entirely.

It was a lot harder to hold out, just as he had said. It seemed I could
hardly stand to have my button pushed at all before I felt the welling up
of an orgasm. I must have told him to stop after only a few seconds each
time. I don't know how he was doing it, but he seemed to be able to tell
when he could start again after I had told him to stop. I reached a point
where the pre-orgasm feelings became continuous.

I told him, "I'm gonna cum! I can't help it!"

He bent over and took my dick in his mouth, circling the head with his
tongue. He also started rubbing my prostate. I lost track of everything
except the ball of pleasure growing outward from between my legs. It was
more intense than anything I had ever felt before, even more intense than
the first time he had manipulated my prostate during our beer and pizza
orgy with Del. This time I was completely sober and aware of everything.

By the time I came back to myself, Ted was looking at me with a smile on
his face and wiping his finger on his underpants. "I thought you passed out
or somethin'. I wish it worked for me like that. I'm glad it does for you."

I smiled back. I couldn't think of anything to say. I had a fleeting
thought that it would probably feel even better when he did it with his
dick inside of me instead of his finger. Then I remembered that Ted hadn't
cum yet. I started to sit up and reach for his dick.

"Just lay there another minute and enjoy the last of it. I been keepin'
mine on simmer," he said, pushing me back down onto the bed with a hand in
the middle of my chest.

I noticed that he was now stroking himself slowly.

"I never felt anything like that before," I told him. "It was so great!"

"Glad to hear it. All part of our friendly service."

He was still smiling at me. It was the amused sort of smile that suggests
that it could turn into a laugh or at least a chuckle if just one more
humorous element were added to the mix.

"I want to do it to you now," I told him.

He lay back on the bed and spread his legs. I went directly to his crotch,
giving his dick one slow lick up the back before I began sucking his
balls. I pushed his legs up and worked my tongue along his perineum until I
got to his asshole. I began to circle it with my tongue.

I felt the press of his legs against my hand lessen. When I looked up, I
saw that Ted was holding them himself, freeing my hands to use as I
pleased. I put them to work immediately, one to trail a finger lightly
around his balls and the other to stroke his dick while I continued my
attention to the area around his asshole. I worked inward on a spiral until
I licked straight across it. I felt him quiver when I did. Pushing his
button might not have the same effect as pushing mine, but his asshole was
every bit as sensitive as mine. I continued to tease his hole with my
tongue and his dick and balls with my hands.

When I felt the precum touch my fingers which were stroking the bottom part
of his dick, I knew how excited he had become. Since he oozed out precum in
drops, not in any real quantity, there being enough for it to have run down
to the middle of his shaft was a sign of intense excitement. I retraced my
tongue's journey across his perineum to his balls, circling them and
licking them lightly while I rubbed his own precum lightly around the shaft
of his dick just below the edge of the head. He released his legs and
lowered them to the bed on either side of me.

I wanted to suck his balls into my mouth, but they were pulled too tight
against the base of his dick. All the signs were there that he was ready to
cum, but I had no intention of letting him cum too quickly. I used the
precum as a lubricant and rubbed my finger lightly up and down across the
sensitive bundle of skin where the head meats the shaft at the back while
continuing to lick his balls. When I felt the tension start to build in his
thighs, I stopped. He sighed slightly as he came down from the high of his
near-orgasm.

I repeated the caressing of that bundle of skin, using the new supply of
precum which my efforts had caused him to expel. At the same time I moved
my mouth from his balls to the base of his shaft. I licked it around and
around as I rubbed the head with my finger until I felt the tension begin
to build again. I waited as long as I dared before stopping, almost too
long, because Ted bent his head back, drew in a breath, and bent his knees
slightly as he fought his body's effort to take him the rest of the way to
release.

When he relaxed again, I was on him immediately. This time it was with my
tongue on that spot. I could taste slight salty flavor of the precum. There
was plenty of it, a large drop having come out during his fight to prevent
his orgasm. I took the head of his dick into my mouth, continuing to caress
the back of the head with my tongue, and dragged my upper lip back and
forth across the front of the head by rocking my own head back and forth. I
kept one hand on his thigh so I could feel the tension and one on his
balls, partly for the same reason and partly to caress them lightly as
well.

He was at the edge in no time. I stopped well in advance of where I had the
time before, but he was so close that it continued on momentum alone. I
watched as he fought it, ready to help him should he go over the edge, but
again he stopped. So much precum appeared on the head of his dick that it
began to run down immediately. When I first saw it, I mistook it for cum,
but I realized it was clear and very much a liquid just as I was about to
take his dick into my mouth to increase his pleasure. I stopped and
watched.

Once the feelings subsided, Ted said, "I think we gotta go for it this
time, Sport. No way I'll last through another one."

Instead of rushing him to an orgasm, I went back to the same teasing of his
dick head I had been doing. I felt him move closer andcloser. I didn't want
him to get away from me, so I changed my tactics, using the pressure of my
lips and tongue on his dick to take him over the edge. In seconds he was
there. He drew up his legs, bending them at the knees, dug his elbows into
the bed, and bent back his head so far that the back of his head seemed to
be at a right angle to his back. He also drew in a long, slow, ragged
breath.

His first shot of cum hit the back of my tongue and went straight down my
throat. I pulled my mouth back immediately and wrapped my fingers tight
around the base of his dick. His second filled my mouth, forcing me to
either swallow or let it run down his dick in anticipation of the third. I
was just swallowing it as the third came, causing me to swallow again
quickly. The fourth and fifth were smaller, manageable in my mouth without
the need to swallow.  I wanted to keep them there.

When he was completely spent and the relaxation of his muscles lowered him
onto the bed, I let his dick slide out of my mouth, coating it with his cum
as it went. I crawled up so my face was in his and kissed him on the
mouth. His lips opened immediately under mine, and the small amount of his
cum remaining in my mouth traveled with my tongue into his. He licked and
sucked it off before I broke the kiss.

"Thanks, Sport. That was really great!"

"I liked doing it!" I told him.

When he reached for his underpants to wipe the cum off of his dick, I said,
"I want to feel it sticky against my back, ok?"

He gave me that amused smile again. "Ok by me, Sport."

That was how we went to sleep, cuddled with his sticky dick pressed against
my butt.


To be continued
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