Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 09:44:56 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 17 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 17

by Tim Foure

copyright c 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 17

Ted did his best to make me feel he hadn't left me behind after he moved to
the dorm. Not only did he email me several times a day that first week, but
he came home for the weekend as well. I had thought he was telling me
everything that was happening in the emails, but from the minute he got
home on Friday until he left again on Sunday afternoon, he talked about his
first three days at college. I was very excited to have Ted home and hung
on his every word, and even Dad had come out of his customary trance-like
state and appeared to listen intently to everything Ted said.  What's more,
he asked questions that showed he had heard him, something not to be taken
for granted.

Everything suited him except his roommate. He was in a four-person suite,
two bedrooms joined by a bathroom. The two guys in the other bedroom had
been friends since they were kids.

"But my roommate is a real jerk," Ted told us at dinner. "I get along real
good with the guys in the other room, but none of us likes Curt. I'm hopin'
he'll move out in two weeks when we can swap roommates."

Ted then went on to tell us about other aspects of campus life, but later
that night in bed he told me more about his roommate.

"We got on the wrong side of each other the first day. I came out of the
shower and he was all over me about holdin' him up. He wanted to get into
the bathroom while I was in there. I told him he should have just come
in. Turns out not only was he not about to do that, but I had better not
come in when he's in there either. I just ignored him and started to get
dressed.

"A minute later he comes back out of the bathroom and has another fit
because I'm standin' there naked. He hollers at me, 'What are you doin'?' I
tell him I'm puttin' my clothes on, what does he think I'm doin'. Charlie
Tucker and Brian Costa from the other room show up in the doorway to the
bathroom because they hear all this yellin'. Charlie says they thought
somethin' was wrong.  Curt tells them there is, that I'm just standin'
around naked.

"Charlie and Brian look at each other and Charlie says, 'Looks like he's
gettin' dressed to me.'  Curt tells them I ought to be doin' that in the
bathroom, not just displayin' myself where he has to look at me. Charlie
and Brian look at each other again and then they look at me. It's like
they're sayin', 'what can you do?'

"About that time Curt leaves. Brian says, 'I think you're gonna have a
problem there.' I tell him, 'I know I am, but he's gonna have a problem
with me too.' Charlie tells me, 'Well, you can always get dressed in our
room.' We all laughed over that, but I thought he was serious too. I went
and ate dinner with them. That's when we really started to get to know each
other. We hit it off real good.

"We got back to our rooms before Curt. I'm standing in the bathroom
brushin' my teeth when Brian opens the door from his side. 'Damn, there you
are naked again,' he says. He's got a look on his face tells me it's a
joke. 'Pull off your shorts and you'll be naked too,' I tell him. We both
laugh and he says he has to pee. He asks me if I care if he uses the
toilet.  I tell him I'd a whole lot rather he pees in the toilet than any
place else. We both laugh over that and he comes in. He's wearin' boxers,
but I can see through the doorway that Charlie's puttin' his stuff away and
he's as naked as I am. I head back into my room after I get done with my
teeth.  Brian's pissin' like a race horse. The toilet's in its own little
room, but he left the door open.

"Right then Curt comes in. He starts squawkin' over me being naked. I tell
him he better get use to it because that's the way I sleep. You woulda
thought I shot him or somethin'. He really starts carryin' on when I say
that. Then Brian comes through the bathroom door but now he's naked.  He
musta just taken his boxers off when he heard what Curt was sayin'. He asks
Curt what's the matter.

"Curt starts carryin' on even more because now there's two of us naked.
We're hearin' that it's immoral and stuff like that. Next thing you know
Charlie is in there too and he's naked. Would you believe Curt covers his
eyes with his hands and tells us he can't look.  Charlie says to him, 'Get
a life, ok?' Both Brian and Charlie give me a look that says they're with
me before they go back to their room.

"Then Curt wants to know, 'You're not really goin' to sleep with nothin'
on, are you?' I tell him I'm plannin' on havin' the sheet on me but that's
it. He throws another fit over that, gathers up his stuff, and slams the
bathroom door behind him. I hear the door on the other side slam right
after that. When he comes out, he's wearin' pajamas and a bathrobe, and you
can see he's got a T-shirt on under the pajama top. His hair's combed too.

"I'm under the sheet, so he doesn't go on about me bein' naked again. He
takes off his robe and gets in his bed. I tell him good night and he
mumbles something back at me.

"In the mornin' I make the mistake of lettin' Curt get in the bathroom
first. He's in there for like a half hour before I hear somebody poundin'
on the door on the other side. I hear Charlie sayin', 'You're not the only
one that has to use the bathroom, you know.' Curt tells him he's gonna be a
while yet. The poundin' starts again, and Curt says, 'I'm not goin' to move
any faster just because you're makin' all that noise.

"Ten minutes later there's a rap on the hall door and when I open it
there's Charlie and Brian.  They tell me we might as well use the bathroom
in the lobby because Curt's in ours to stay, so we gather up our stuff and
head down the stairs. Brian tells me that this is the last mornin' Curt's
gonna pull this trick. I ask him how he's gonna stop him. Brian says, 'You
can't lock a door that's got no hinges.' The three of us chuckle over that.

"Curt is just coming out of the bathroom when I get back to the room. He
tells me good morning all bright and chipper as he pushes past me to go out
the door. I just stare at him.

"When I meet Charlie and Brian for dinner, they've got a guy with them
named Bill Walker they know from home. He's lookin' to change roommates
too. We get along ok during dinner, so we agree if we can get Curt to move
out, Bill will move in with me. Charlie, Brian, and I go back to our rooms
and Brian's got a screwdriver. We take the pins outta the hinges, and then
we decide to take the hinges off the door too. We lay the doors up against
the wall.  They almost look like they're just sittin' open.

"I shoot the bull for a while with Charlie and Brian, and then the three of
us hit the sack. I decide this is my golden opportunity with Curt not
there, so I jerk off. I'm not makin' any special effort to keep quiet about
it. After a few minutes I swear I hear the same sounds as I'm making coming
from Charlie and Brian's room. I cum, and about a minute later I hear this
grunt come from over there. Then there's another grunt. I can't tell which
one made which noise.  But I get this idea so I say, 'G'night, guys,' and I
kind of chuckle. 'G'night Ted,' I hear from the both of them. So now we all
know we just jerked off. It was almost like doin' it together with them. I
go off to sleep.

"Then somethin' wakes me up and I open my eyes. The overhead light's on. I
sit up and I'm tryin' to cover my eyes because the light's so bright. Curt
says, 'I didn't mean to wake you.' I tell him to turn off the light. He
says he won't be long. I tell him to turn off the light right away. When he
doesn't make any effort to do it, I get up and shut it off. Of course I'm
naked so he gets all worked up over that. Turns out he stayed out until he
was sure I was asleep so he wouldn't have to see me naked. What he really
said was so he wouldn't have to be 'confronted by your nudity.' I told him
if he didn't shut up and let me go back to sleep, he was gonna be
confronted by my fist.  That really frosted him, but he did quiet down.

"I was still sleepy enough that I didn't think about what he was gonna find
in the bathroom. I was actually tryin' to go back to sleep when he squawked
and then started yellin'. Brian and Charlie were already in the bathroom
doorway on their side. Curt as squakwin' and carryin' on over the
doors. Brian told him they came in to make some kind of repair and left
them that way. Since they were naked too, Curt had his hand over his eyes
so he wouldn't have to look at us. He kept sayin', 'What am I goin' to do?'
over and over. Charlie told him not to worry because none of us were gonna
look at him.  Then the three of us went back to bed.

"This mornin' I woke up and Curt was layin' on top of his bed with his
clothes on. He never even got undressed. The rest of us just used the
bathroom together. We were all out of there in about forty minutes. Curt
was still laying on the bed when I left."

"You think he'll move out?" I asked.

"Don't see what choice he's got really. The rest of us are not gonna cave
in to him, and I sure don't see him gettin' use to us, so he'll have to
go."

"Where'll he go?"

"Who cares? He can go home for all the difference it makes to me."

I had been playing with Ted's dick all the while he was telling me the
story, and he had gotten hard. Sensing the story was over, I held it so it
was standing straight off his belly and began to lick it.

"I really missed that the last couple a nights, Sport. Feels great!"

I just grunted for an answer and kept up what I was doing. I tried to make
it last, backing off whenever he showed signs of nearing an orgasm, but the
second time he told me, "Just go for it!"  so I did. He came so hard he was
bucking off of the bed. I had to keep my fist around the base of his dick
so he wouldn't gag me.

He didn't have any trouble making it last for me though. The foursome had
gotten together that afternoon for our usual hour of swimming and two
rounds of sucking, so I wasn't in as much need as Ted had been. That was
our last day of summer vacation, so I had really gotten into it. I was
already thinking about the problems I was going to have trying to manage
the mowing and still getting together with them for sex when school started
the following Monday.

Ted emailed me that Monday to tell me Curt had cleared out over the
weekend.  I emailed back asking where he went, and that night Ted emailed
me that nobody cared as long as he was gone.

I continued to get several emails a day from Ted, most of them short. Twice
that week we had been online at the same time and chatted briefly, but one
of those times he had had to leave for a class and the other time I had had
to leave to mow since I was very afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep up
with all of the yards. Ted had warned me not to count on Saturdays and
Sundays for catching up on any that I missed because if it rained, I would
be even farther behind.

Ted told me several times how well he got along with his other two
roommates. Toward the end of the week, I thought to ask Ted if they had put
the doors back up. He told me they had had to do it the night before
because one of the building maintenance people had reported it. He said it
hadn't bothered the three of them to have them down all that time and they
hadn't closed them since they had put them back up either. He guessed they
wouldn't bother since they were all comfortable with each other.

In another short email Ted told me about the morning he crossed paths with
Brian in the bathroom right after he woke up. Brian was coming out of the
toilet cubicle and Ted as was heading for it. Ted had his usual morning
hardon and Brian had nodded at it and said, "Nice woodie." Ted said he just
thanked him and kept moving because he had to pee so badly. He hadn't seen
either Brian or Charlie with hardons at that time, but he said he was sure
he would.

I missed Ted even more over the weekend than I had during the week, but we
were online at the same time and chatted for a while on Sunday. We talked a
little about things we had already emailed each other about, but the
ability to ask questions live caused us to revisit some of them.  Ted asked
a few questions about the foursome's activities the previous day.  He told
me that he was having to be content with jerking off in bed at night and
that the other two guys did it every night as well. He said they always
waited to say goodnight until after the last one had cum even though they
hadn't actually talked about what they were doing. He wondered if Charlie
and Brian did anything else besides jerking off together.

The following week Ted got to see Brian with a hardon in the same way Brian
had seen him. By this time both Brian and Charlie had seen Ted hard in the
morning, Brian several times in fact, but Ted hadn't seen either of
them. Then on Wednesday morning Ted followed Charlie into the toilet and
came out to find Brian standing there with his hardon sticking out.  Since
Brian had given Ted's the same "nice woodie" greeting each time he had seen
it, Ted did the same for him. He told me that Brian just smiled and went
into the cubicle.

I was curious about his hardon and asked in my next email. I had an answer
waiting when I came back from mowing. Brian's was the same length as Ted's,
now just over six inches, with a straight shaft and a pointy head which was
slightly wider than the shaft. The shaft looked to be about the same
thickness as Ted's. It pointed almost straight up, or at least it was
pointing that way when Brian was standing there waiting to use the toilet.

The next day, Ted saw Charlie's. Charlie was very tall, almost eight inches
taller than Ted, but lanky rather than solidly built like Ted and
Brian. His dick fit his body, according to Ted. It was a little longer than
Ted's, maybe an inch, and it stuck straight out rather than up. The shaft
was a thinner than Ted's. It curved slightly to the left and seemed to
twist too, since the slit in the end was just off of vertical. The head was
pointy and about the same width as the shaft.

The morning exhibition of hardons turned into a regular thing as the three
of them settled into the patterns of life imposed upon them by their class
schedules. Ted, who actually liked being up early, had scheduled himself
for eight o'clock classes every day. Charlie, who didn't like being up
early at all, had gotten stuck with an eight o'clock class on a
Tuesday-Thursday schedule. Brian had gotten one on the
Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule so he could be in a math class with a
friend who had helped him with his math all through high school. Every
weekday Ted would meet one of them at the door to the toilet, and whoever
got there first would be treated to a view of he hardon waiting for relief
when he finished.

It had become such a regular thing to meet at the toilet that the first
morning Charlie wasn't there, Ted had gone into his room to see if he had
overslept. Charlie told him later that he always had trouble waking up in
the morning no matter how much sleep he got. He was grateful that Ted had
checked on him. From then on Ted made sure Charlie was awake.

"It really was a hot scene," Ted told me as we were lying in bed the Friday
night of his fourth weekend in college. This was the first time he had come
home since his first weekend there.

"Why?" I asked as I played with his dick. I was very excited to be touching
it again, and to judge form the reaction I was getting, Ted was pleased
about it as well.

"It was hardons everywhere. I still had my piss hard. The first thing
Charlie did when I woke him was throw off the cover and sit up with his
stickin' out. And Brian had his sheet twisted around his leg so his was
layin' up his belly. With nothin' but my hand for relief all this time, it
really looked good!"

"I bet!" I said, picturing the foursome lying around hard as the nearest
thing my imagination could supply to fit his description.

"We need to work it out so you can come stay with me for a weekend after
the mowin' season is over. There's still the empty bed in my room. Whatcha
think?"

"You're not gonna get another roommate?"

"Guess not. People could swap around starting Friday a week ago, and
nobody's even asked us.  Brian and Charlie's friend Bill had his roommate
leave school, so he got a friend of his to move in with him. They get along
ok with the other two guys in their suite."

"Whatever happened to Curt?"

"Somebody told me he left. I never saw him again after he moved out. He was
really weird. But I hear stories from other guys about weird stuff their
roommates do, too. I was really lucky to get Brian and Charlie."

"It'd be great to come up there for the weekend." The idea excited me for
various reasons, not the least of which was seeing those two guys naked and
hard.

"I'll work on it. If we can't do anythin' else, I'll come get you."

As a way of saying thanks, I started sucking Ted's dick. While I tried to
make it last for him, he was so ready he couldn't even hold off the first
time he got close. He was suddenly pumping cum into my mouth when I had
been expecting to back off and let him recover.

"Oh, man! I needed that bad!" he said as his body still quivered off and on
with small aftershocks of the main event.

Then he was on me, rolling me to my back. He sucked my dick hard, bringing
me close to an orgasm very quickly. I thought he was going to take me all
the way the first time, but he stopped suddenly just as I was one heartbeat
short of the point of no return. He watched me as I wrestled with the
approaching orgasm, gaining control of it only after an effort. I pictured
the growing intensity of feeling as if it were a series of waves striking a
sea wall.  The trick was not to let the wave break over the top. Ted
watched the struggle in my face as I held that wave back by sheer will
power.  I felt the tension drain from my body, letting it sag against the
bed as I succeeded.

"Wanted to get you worked up in a hurry so we could play a while. Now we'll
work on making it last," Ted told me.

He took hold of my legs behind the knees, spreading and lifting my legs
until my knees were against my chest.

"Hold 'em for me, ok?"

I pulled back on my knees as he released them. I looked across my balls and
between my legs to watch his mouth come closer to me. He began licking my
balls, forcing his open mouth over them rather than sucking them into his
mouth because they were so tight against my crotch. He worked them with his
tongue, almost tickling me. The reflex reaction to being tickled kicked in
at the first hint of a tickling sensation, causing me to draw myself into a
tighter ball to protect my ticklish spots and thereby opening my crotch
even more fully to his attack. He licked along my perineum following the
seam line, circling my asshole and finally spiraling in to it and licking
it.

He licked and poked it with his tongue forcing it to loosen. At one point
he paused and reached into the nighstand for the lube. I knew what was
coming. I could hardly wait as he went back to licking and stabbing my hole
with his tongue. I watched him substitute his finger for his tongue and I
felt it slide a little ways into me before he withdrew it. When he pushed
it in again, he went deeper. Back and forth it went, deeper each time until
I felt his knuckles against my perineum. I couldn't see his hand any longer
because his face blocked my view as he licked my balls. He slid it all the
way out and then all the way back in several times. Then he twisted it,
bringing the tip into contact with my prostate. I knew it was coming
because he was looking up at me as he did it.  There was an immediate
electric sensation of pleasure. I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, Ted was urging me to unroll and lie flat on my back
with my legs spread.  His finger was still deep inside of me. I felt his
thumb begin to push behind my balls and I saw his head drop until he was
licking my shaft up and down in slow, wet strokes. I felt the pleasure
building inside of me again, building slowly as he was careful to avoid the
head of my dick, licking only the shaft and my balls. I closed my eyes and
gave myself completely to the sensations I was feeling.

He continued doing the same things for a very long time. When his tongue
slid over the head of my dick for the first time, he also moved his finger
inside of me to rub my prostate. It had been still for so long that I had
gotten used to its presence and had virtually forgotten it. The effect was
doubled by the surprise. Using just his tongue on the head of my dick and
his fingertip on my prostate, he brought me to the edge of an orgasm. He
watched my effort to control and prevent it in my face, providing the
stimulation again only when he was sure I was ready.

I lost count of how many times I approached the edge without going over it.
After a time it seemed as if I was continually at the edge even though I
didn't think that could be possible.

"Ok, Sport, this is the real one," Ted said suddenly.

His mouth slid down my dick providing pressure. It was the first time he
had used his lips on it.  His finger inside of me also increased its
pressure. As his mouth slid up and down my dick, I gave in entirely to the
feelings I had been fighting.

I must have started bucking when I came because I felt Ted's hand on the
middle of my chest pressing me down. I could have been doing anything and
not noticed it in the wash of pleasure from the long-delayed orgasm.  I
continued to quiver and twitch after the peak was past as small waves of
feeling continued to course through me.

When I opened my eyes, Ted was looking into my face. "Looked like you
needed that, Sport," he said.

I just smiled at him and stretched

"That's what I call a satisfied smile," he said. "I bet you'd purr if you
could."

I showed him I could and he laughed.

"Can you come again?" I asked him. I already knew he was hard because I had
taken hold of his dick when I smiled.

"Yeah, think I could."

I was on him in a flash. This time I did make it last. When he finally
came, he was as exhausted as I had ever seen him. He could barely stay
awake to clean himself up before he pressed himself up against my back and
pulled me against him.

"Now this is something I really missed," he told me.

I had missed it too.


To be continued
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