Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 05:01:52 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 25 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 25

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 25

When I realized Phil had fallen asleep, I had put more wood on the fire,
snuggled up to him again, and fallen asleep. Some time during the night I
felt Phil stir. When he moved, he woke me.

"Got to pee," he told me groggily.

"Let's go upstairs. We can sleep in my bed afterwards," I replied.

He was lying in my bed when I came in from the bathroom. As I got in with
him, I felt his hand on my arm pulling me toward him. He pulled me against
him, hugged me, and then obviously settled in to go back to sleep. I did
the same.

He was getting out of bed when I woke up in the morning.

"Didn't mean to wake you," he told me.

"Come back to bed," I told him. I gave him a look that told him what would
be waiting for him if he did."

"Man, I'd love to, but I'm gonna be late for work as it is. Okay if I grab
a shower?"

I sat up then. "I'll make you some coffee while you're in the shower. My
razor's in there. I shave in the shower. But I don't have an extra
toothbrush."

"That's no problem. I'll just use yours. That is, unless you mind. I figure
with what we already had in our mouths, sharing a toothbrush is nothing."
He smiled as he spoke.

I smiled back and said, "I could put toothpaste on my dick and you could
use that."

"Thanks, but I think I'll just use your toothbrush."

I had the coffee ready when he came into the kitchen. I was naked, having
seen no reason to put on any clothes, and he was as well since all of his
clothes were in a pile on one of the stools in the kitchen where we had
laid them when he took them off.

"You gonna get into all this stuff again?"

"Just one pair this time. The outside pair ought to be clean since they
never touched my body.  Any chance I could borrow a pair of socks?"

"I've got some heavy ones. I'll get them."

When I came back from my room, he had his underwear on. I put on my
poutiest face as I handed him the socks.

"What's the matter," he asked when he saw it.

"I just hate to see you putting your clothes on."

"I know what you mean," he told me as he pulled on the socks. "I hate to
have to do it."

"Can you come back tonight?"

His face broke into a big smile. "I was hoping you'd ask me. Otherwise I
was going to ask you if I could."

I smiled back. "That's great!"

As he finished dressing, I poured a thermos full of coffee and put it by
the door for him to take with him.

"Thanks," he said. He gave me a funny look and almost seemed to be
hesitating. Then the look disappeared and he put his arm around me, pulling
me to him and kissing me firmly on the mouth. I opened my lips immediately
and poked my tongue into his mouth.  Coffee taste from both sides. I felt
his hand on my dick and balls, rubbing them with the smooth leather of his
glove.

After a minute he broke the kiss and let go of me. "I'll never get out of
here if we get started on that! Bye!" And he was out the door.

I wanted to talk to Ted about what had happened, so I ran upstairs, turned
on my computer, and paged him for a chat. Getting no response, I figured he
was still asleep so I decided to get cleaned up. I treated myself to a
long, slow, soapy jerk-off in the shower while I relived all the details of
the night before in my mind. Then I got hard all over again as I brushed my
teeth because I remembered Phil had used my brush too. I was still hard
when I went back into my room and heard the beeping of Ted's page.

In response to my "Hi", he asked me,"So did you make it happen or what?"

"Sure did!" I told him.

I started to give him the details, but before I could hit the return on my
first sentence, Ted said, "Brian says to tell you he was always hot for
their UPS guy too. He's standing here with a hardon just from the idea of
it."

I knew the point of Ted's comment was for me to know Brian could see the
screen. I decided there was no reason he couldn't hear about Phil too. But
I couldn't resist a small jab. I erased what I had typed and sent instead,
"Gee, Big Bro, you must be slipping. I mean, if he can still get hard, then
you didn't give him the full treatment."

There was a longer-than-usual pause followed by, "This is Brian. Yeah he
did too! He fucked my ass raw last night and then fucked it again this
morning even though it was still sore from the two times last night. If
that's not the full treatment, then I don't think I could stand it! He was
just getting ready to cum when the computer beeped from your page. He was
supposed to suck me off as soon as he pulled out of my ass, but we decided
to talk to you first.  We both wanted to know how you made out. That's why
I'm still hard. But I'm not gonna be for long because he's on his knees
sucking my dick right now."

"I never had a three way on a computer before. I'm sitting here jerking my
dick."

"We had a four way last night with two guys in France. Ted was fucking me
while I typed to them and one of them was fucking the other one while he
typed to us. It was wild!"

"Sounds like it!"

"Your brother fucks as good as mine does. I came before he did both times
last night, but this morning I wanted to be sucked off."

"I'll have to take your word for it. He's never fucked me."

"Aw, you got to do it! He's really good!"

"I will, first chance I get."

Several minutes passed while I stroked my dick slowly and waited for his
reply.

"Sorry. I came. I can't type and cum at the same time."

"Me neither. It's always so wild when you're in a chat and the guy types
all these exclamation marks or something to tell you he's cumming right
then. Like who believes it when they do that?  When I cum, that's all I can
pay attention to."

"You know it. It's me again, Sport. So give us the details."

I told them everything that had happened, including Phil's using my
toothbrush. My dick throbbed the whole while but I couldn't do more than
just rub the head with my thumb while I typed.

"Yeah, no reason not to let him use your toothbrush once you've had his
dick in your mouth and he's had yours in his. I never saw an uncut guy in
real life. Brian says there was a guy in high school in his gym class who
was uncut but he never got a real good look at it."

"It's fun to play with and suck on. No, wait! I know what you're going to
say. I mean the foreskin's fun because sucking's fun anyhow."

"You know how I think all right. I was just getting ready to say that.
Scary."

"I'm really looking forward to tonight."

"I bet you are! We got to go get breakfast now. I worked up a real
appetite!"

"Yeah, that fucking stuff sure is hard work. It really takes it out of
you!"

"Hey, listen. Here's something to tell Del. You know what Brian is using on
his sore asshole?  Chapstick. Says it works wonderful. Course it looks like
he's trying to put lipstick on it. You should see him standing here bent
over with his hand between his legs making circles around his hole with the
chapstick. That's what Del needed after New Year's Eve."

"No lie!"

After we left the chat, I lay on my bed, got a dab of lube, and finished
jerking off. I was fantasizing about Phil, but some thoughts about Ted
fucking Brian sneaked in too.

I was very hungry afterwards, so I went downstairs to fix breakfast but
decided since it was already so late, I would do better to turn it into
brunch and eat a big meal. I also found some steaks in the freezer Phil and
I could have for dinner. I got them out to thaw.

The fire had burned out some time earlier. Usually we banked it at bedtime
and enough coals lasted through the night to start it again in the morning,
but my attention had been elsewhere the night before. I had simply thrown
on more wood without taking any care of the arrangement of the logs. I took
the opportunity of the cold fireplace to clean out the ashes before I lit a
new one.

Mom called while I was laying the new fire. Once she knew I was still alive
and well, we had a pleasant conversation. Her only continuing concern was
that I was alone in the house and unable to get out. I told her about Phil
bringing the milk and juice the night before. I also told her he said he
would stop by after work today too.

"I'll have to call him and thank him," she told me. She ended the
conversation by telling me, "Now call me if you get lonesome or anything,
promise?"

I promised with my fingers crossed.

I spent the rest of the day hunting for prices for a system for Phil and
then answering email. I was surprised to get one from Brian. He wrote me he
had gotten my address from Ted. He wanted me to know how much he liked
being able to open up to the two of us and how much he appreciated us
opening up to him too. He said the only person he had ever felt he could
talk to like this was his brother Mike. They told each other
everything. Now he thought he could tell us everything too since we were
telling him so much. He wanted us to meet Mike, but he didn't know how he
was going to make that happen yet. He said he felt very close to me because
I was the younger brother too, and he thought we had probably had a lot of
the same experiences with our older brothers. He wanted to talk about that
sometime. He said he thought it was so cool of me to offer him some lube
that first night I stayed with Ted. He also thought it was so great he
could watch me and Ted doing each other that night. Last of all he hoped I
would have a very hot night with Phil and told me I really needed to get
Ted to fuck me.

I liked reading his email, particularly because he was treating me as an
equal even though he was so much older. I was getting more and more
accustomed to being treated as an adult, but I still enjoyed the
experience. I wrote back to Brian telling him I felt close to him too and
would really like to talk about things we had done with our brothers. I
didn't mention that the lube was Ted's idea. I told him I had asked Ted to
fuck me, but the last time I had asked he thought I was still too
small. But now that I had grown so much this year, maybe he would next time
he was home.

Thinking about that gave me a hardon, which brought Phil to mind. I
wondered when he would come. It was already late afternoon, but not yet
near dark. I hadn't been paying any attention to whether or not cars had
gone by during the day, but looking out of the windows, it didn't seem as
if any of the snow had melted. The temperature had stayed well below
freezing all day and the sun hadn't come out.

I decided it was time to put on some potatoes to bake, and I realized the
fire would need more wood by now as well, so I went downstairs and tended
to both chores. I saw Phil's red Explorer come up the drive as I was adding
wood to the fire. My hardon, which had drooped while I was building up the
fire, returned. I waited for him in the kitchen and opened the door as he
got to it.

"Summer uniform again, huh?" he asked as he came in. "Plus a hardon." He
hesitated for a few seconds before he grabbed me and kissed me, sliding his
tongue into my mouth. The outside of his jacket was very cold against my
skin, but his tongue warmed me up.

"Yeah, I never put on any clothes after you left," I said as he broke the
kiss and I pushed the sleeves of his jacket down his arms.

"I been thinking about you all day. That's just the way I pictured you."

"You're wearing a whole lot more clothes than the way I pictured you. But
I'm gonna take care of that right away. " I started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Wait a second. This feels weird what I gotta ask you first. I didn't know
whether you meant for me to stay overnight again or not."

"I want you to stay! Can you?"

"Oh, sure! But I didn't want you to feel like I was moving in on you. I
brought some clothes and my toothbrush. Just in case. I left them in the
car."

"You won't need any clothes and you coulda used my toothbrush again too."

"Well, lemme get 'em anyhow, ok? I'm gonna have to leave sometime, and I
don't want to be wearing this long underwear again when I do." He shrugged
his jacket back up onto his shoulders.

I watched him follow the path through the snow to his car and return with a
backpack. I held the door again, closing it behind him and grabbing his
jacket from the back to pull the sleeves down his arms and off. He dropped
his backpack, turned toward me, and put his arms around me, pressing me
tightly against his chest and giving me another deep kiss. I hugged him in
return.

When he released me, I began to unbutton his shirt. "I can't wait to get
you naked!" I told him.

"You're in no bigger hurry than I am," he replied as he unbuttoned his
cuffs and started to shrug off his shirt. I had already moved on to his
pants, opening the belt and button and pulling down the zipper. I pressed
pants and underwear together down his legs, releasing his hard dick, which
stood out from his body and upwards at a forty-five degree angle. I took
hold of it and started to move my mouth toward it.

His head had just emerged from his undershirt when the tip of my tongue was
just a few inches from the head of his dick. "Hold on," he said. "You don't
want to be doing that until I've had a shower. Otherwise you'll find out
about the down side of being uncut."

"Ok," I said as I stood up. I was a little puzzled.

"But you, on the other hand, smell nice and clean." With that, he put his
hands on my waist, lifted me until my butt was on the counter, and kept
pressing on my sides until I was lying on my back. When I lifted my legs to
keep the edge of the counter from cutting into my butt, he slid his hands
down and around to the back of my thighs and began to push them up and
spread them. He draped my calves over his shoulders and began to suck my
dick. He went at it with real determination. It reminded me of the way Del
"took the edge off" so I would last longer when the real fun started. I
gave in completely, shooting into his mouth in just a few minutes.

When I was completely finished, he let my dick drop out of his mouth,
pulled my legs off his shoulders, and helped me to slide off the counter
and onto the floor. Once I was on my feet, I wrapped my arms around him and
kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth.  I could taste my cum on his
tongue.

We kissed for several minutes. When we separated, he asked me, "Think you
can give me a hand with my boots?"

I looked down past his still-hard dick which was now dripping precum to see
I had pushed his pants and his long underwear all the way to his boot tops,
hobbling him completely. I suppose it would have been simpler to have
pulled his clothes back up, but both of us were focused so completely on
getting them off of him it didn't occur to us.  He had to scoot sideways a
few steps to sit on one of the bar stools so I could unlace his boots.

While I was working on his boots, I looked up at him past his hard dick and
told him, "My Mom wants to thank you for coming by."

All of the color left his face. "Your Mom is here?"

"No, no! She's in Atlanta. I talked to her today on the phone and told her
about you bringing the milk and juice. She said she wants to thank
you. She's going to call you.  I'm supposed to get your phone number."

His relief was clear. "Whoa! You gave me quite a scare!"

As I pulled off the last of his clothes, I told him, "I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to."

"No problem." He took a deep breath. "Should I use this shower or the one
upstairs," he asked me.

"This one," I told him. "I want you to be clean enough to suck as soon as
possible."

"Oh, yeah!" he replied, heading for the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet lid while he showered. When he came out, his dick was
still half hard. I reached for it and used it to pull him toward me before
he could even pick up his towel. His dick got hard almost as soon as I took
it into my mouth. He leaned over me, both hands flat against the wall to
support himself as I sucked him off. Like him, I wasted no time but went
straight for the prize.  He was cumming in less than five minutes. I kept
some in my mouth afterwards for him to taste as I pulled his head down and
kissed him.

As he finally got hold of a towel and started to dry himself, I told him,
"I've got potatoes baking and I thawed some steaks. I looked at the salad
mix, but it's pretty much dead. Can we get along on meat and potatoes?"

"Meat and potatoes does it for me. Any chance for a beer?"

"Sure thing," I told him. I had remembered to put the rest of Del's case in
the refrigerator.

Del himself called a few minutes later to tell me there was no hope of his
getting there that night.  It had never occurred to me he might try, so I
was glad to hear he couldn't make it.

"The snow plow buried my car, man! I had to go through a foot of packed
snow just to find out where it was! I'll be digging all day tomorrow
getting it out!"

I commiserated with him while Phil gathered up his clothes and took them
and his backpack up to my room. He came back into the kitchen as I was
getting the steaks ready for the broiler. I was glad to see he was still
naked.

"How do you like it cooked?" I asked, handing him a beer.

"Rare for me."

"Me too," I replied. I actually liked steak cooked a little more than that,
but I was willing to eat it raw if that was the way he was having his. "I
got tv trays. Kinda hard to cut food on the floor. We can sit on the sofa
and eat in front of the fire. Or we could use the table and do it up
fancy."

"How about fancy? Make it kind of special that way." He smiled at me.

Out came placemats and cloth napkins. I even found candles.

As we sat down to eat, he said, "This is wild! A fancy table all done up
like this and us stark naked."

"Hey, naked is fancy! You ever notice on tv at all these fancy parties and
stuff, the women are practically naked? This is just the same thing but for
guys."

"That's true. Let's eat."

When we were finished eating, I gave Phil another beer and got him to
settle on the floor in front of the fire while I loaded the
dishwasher. After I added more wood to the fire, I sat next to him.  Before
I could even sit back against the front of the sofa, he put his arm around
my neck and pulled me against him. A little wiggling on my part and I was
lying at an angle across his chest. I could feel his chest hair against the
smooth skin of my back. His legs were stretched out straight in front of
him with his dick and balls cradled between them. I laid my right arm along
his legs, feeling his dick and balls against the side of my elbow. He slid
his arm down my chest and began sliding his hand around, caressing me
lightly. I reciprocated by rubbing his knees and the sides of his legs. We
sat that way for quite a while with him handing me his beer each time he
took a sip for me to have one too.

He was the first to break the silence. "This is the best Friday night I can
ever remember.  Yesterday morning I thought I'd just be stuck here this
weekend. Now I'm really glad to be here."

"I'm glad you're here too."

Phil's gentle caressing of my chest became more purposeful. His hand began
brushing my nipples as it moved around my chest. After a short while he was
rubbing the ball of his thumb back and forth across them. Then his index
finger became involved as he rubbed and gently pinched the raised centers
of my nipples between thumb and finger. My dick responded by standing
straight up my belly.

"Looks like I'm working up some interest down there," he said.

"I was interested all along, but the message just now got down to my dick."

"Does your dick think it's real urgent?"

"It always thinks it's real urgent! But I'm not in any kind of a hurry.
It'll just have to do what I say."

"Good," he said as he handed me the beer.

When I handed it back, he touched it to one of my nipples, causing me to
shiver. He immediately warmed it up again by rubbing it between his thumb
and finger.

I slid down his chest to his lap and then off of his lap onto the floor so
I was using his leg as a pillow. I turned on my side facing him and started
running my fingers through the curly blond hair of his chest. At first I
avoided his nipples, but after a while I repeated on him what he had done
to me. The centers contracted into points which I teased with light
caresses. His dick was above my head and out of my line of vision, but I
felt it stir against my hair.

I sat up and moved away from him. I could see that his dick had begun to
harden and was lying sideways were his leg joined his belly, but it wasn't
yet completely hard. I moved to his feet, lifting the right one into my
lap.

"You ticklish?" I asked.

"Sometimes. Depends on my mood. You?"

"Like crazy. All the time. I don't mean to be tickling you, so you tell me
if I do, ok? I don't want you to be taking revenge on me for tickling you
when I didn't mean to."

"Ok."

I started rubbing the bottom of his foot, sliding both thumbs from the heel
to the toes. "That ok?"

"That feels great!"

I rubbed every inch of his foot, top and bottom, and did the same to the
other. As I went to take his left foot from my lap, he rubbed the sole up
and down my dick a little.  His own dick was still lying as it had been,
half way between soft and hard.

Putting my hands on both of his feet, I pushed them apart, causing him to
spread his legs. By holding them at the ankles, I got him to bend his legs
slightly at the knees. I scooted myself forward between his calves and
lifted the right one so it lay across my knee. The hair on his legs, the
same curly hair he had on all the hairy parts of his body except his head,
began at his ankles.  There was none on his feet. I rubbed my hands lightly
up and down his calf, touching the hair more than the skin under it. He
drew in his breath sharply.

"That tickle?" I asked.

"No!" he replied.

I noticed that his dick seemed to have become fuller, although it hadn't
moved. I continued with what I was doing, switching to the other leg. When
I finished with it and laid it onto the floor, I put my hands on his knees
and pressed them further apart. I scooted higher so that my knees as I sat
cross-legged were between his. I continued rubbing so lightly that I was
touching more hair than skin. As I moved my hands close to his balls on his
right leg, his dick jumped from where it had lain to a new position
pointing upward, but at a forty-five degree angle off of vertical. When my
hands approached his balls the second time, I let my knuckles touch the
hair on them. His dick stood straight up. I continued my actions, spending
a few more minutes on that leg and quite a bit of time on the other,
touching the hair on his balls every second or third time my hands
approached them.

His dick, now standing hard and straight up his belly, was directly in
front of me. I was curious about it because of the foreskin. The entire
head was still inside the skin though the skin bulged out in a ridge where
the rim of the head pushed against it. There was also a wrinkled pucker at
the tip of the head. It looked as if there was a small opening in the
pucker. When I moved my attention to his balls, rubbing the hair and
sometimes the skin with my thumbs while I kept my palms and fingers splayed
on his legs, a drop of precum appeared in that opening. It grew larger,
looking like a small crystal ball nestled in a collar of skin. It grew and
grew until suddenly it poured out of the cup holding it and it ran down the
back of his dick and onto his balls.

I moved my hands upward, still keeping my palms flat and my fingers spread.
I rubbed the top of his balls and base of his dick with my thumbs, causing
more and more drops of precum to form and then run down his dick like wax
down a melting candle.

The next move brought my hands into his pubic hair. I kneaded my fingers in
it, being careful not to touch his dick. The precum continued to flow, and
his breathing got louder. I looked up at his face and saw he was watching
me.

He smiled and said, "You know you're driving me crazy, don't ya?"

"You said you weren't in a hurry."

"I'm not. I wouldn't hurry this along for anything."

I continued moving my hands upwards, rubbing and caressing, until I got to
his nipples, where I repeated all I had done to them before. This time I
could see his dick throb as I squeezed them.

Finally I moved to his dick. I did it suddenly, going straight from rubbing
his nipples to holding both sides of the shaft with my thumbs and several
fingers. He drew his breath in sharply again as I ran my fingers lightly
over his whole dick. As I was doing that, I was also spreading the precum
over it. It continued to flow as it had been doing all along.

I looked at his face as I rubbed the rim of the head through the foreskin
and saw he had his eyes closed and his head back against the sofa. I pulled
the skin back slowly, releasing another runnel of precum and revealing the
shiny head little by little. When the skin was completely off the head, I
touched the tip, coating my finger with precum which I proceeded to rub
ever so lightly around the head. Its shine increased as more and more
precum was spread over its slick surface.  Phil began to moan softly, "So
good. So good."

Encouraged, as if I needed any encouragement, I forced the skin back up,
continuing as I saw it would extend past the end even when pushed from
below the rim of the head.  When I had pushed it as far as I thought it
would go, I let go of the shaft and took hold of the nipple of foreskin
that extended past the head. I pulled it gently, noticing as I did it
tended to open, letting me look in at the end of the head. With care I took
hold of it with other thumb and forefinger as well, pulling the opening to
make it larger. I could see precum gathering which the deep well of the
foreskin prevented from running down his dick. I rubbed the skin between my
fingers, asking, "Is that sensitive?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," he whispered, his eyes still closed.

I leaned forward and inserted the tip of my tongue into the well, touching
the end of his dick.  Continuing to hold his foreskin stretched and opened,
I licked the precum from the head and licked the head itself down to the
rim, forcing my tongue between head and foreskin down to where the foreskin
was attached just below the rim. Phil began to twist his head from side to
side and continued moan as he had been doing all along.

Having no real experience with a foreskin, I was making up what I did as I
went along. Phil seemed to like everything I thought of, even when I
nibbled it gently by pressing my tongue on the silky inside and my teeth on
the rougher outside and dragging them along it very slowly. I continued to
keep it pulled past the head of his dick with one thumb and
forefinger. With the other hand I used a light touch to rub his balls and
his perineum back as far as I could reach.

Phil had kept his hands laying on the floor limp and palms up while I
played with his body.  Suddenly I felt them on my shoulders pulling me up.

"You gotta stop a while. I'm gonna cum if you don't."

"That's what I was after," I told him.

"Yeah, I want it bad too. But you got me so worked up that when I do shoot,
that'll be all I'm good for tonight. I don't want it to end this soon."

I would have answered him, but he ended his sentence by kissing me and
sliding his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hands slide under my arms and
down my sides to my hips.  Normally this would have triggered my tickle
defense. This time it made my dick throb. He grasped my sides with his
fingers spread onto the beginning of my butt cheeks, pulling at them to
make me move the lower half of my body toward him. I had been on my knees
between his legs while I played with his dick. As he pulled and I inched my
way toward him, I felt his legs press tightly against the sides of
mine. After a minute I understood what he wanted and moved my knees to the
outsides of his legs, which made it much easier for me to move forward. He
continued to pull on my hips and I got closer and closer to him until I
felt my chest begin to press against his. More and more of our bodies came
into contact as I narrowed the distance between us. I jerked from the
pleasure when my dick touched his and slid sideways off of it lubricated by
his precum running down its back. Finally we were pressed together and I
couldn't move any further.

He released his grip on my hips and began to slide his spread fingers
lightly up my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck. For the longest time
we continued to kiss, licking and nibbling each other's lips and
tongues. As we did, he slid first his whole hands with the fingers spread
and then just the fingertips lightly and slowly in circles over every part
of my back and legs that he could reach. Every once in a while I would feel
wetness run down my dick where it lay against his as he oozed another large
drop of precum.

Eventually, I noticed the efforts of his fingertips were being focused on
my spine, butt cheeks, and crack. He teased me, going nearer and nearer to
my asshole but not touching it. As he concentrated the touch of his fingers
there, he slid his mouth off of mine and began licking and nibbling my
ear. About a minute of it was all I could take before I started humping my
dick against his.

"Oh no you don't! It's way too soon!" he told me, sliding sideways along
the front of the sofa and taking me with him. I held on with my arms around
his neck.

But he apparently wanted me to let go, because he gave me a quick jab under
my arm triggering my tickle defense. I jerked back my arms and started to
roll into a ball. He seemed to know what was going to happen because he
grabbed me as I did, manipulating me so I ended up lying on my belly with
my arms stretched over my head. He quickly straddled my hips, stretched his
arms out parallel to mine, and went back to licking and blowing in my
ear. I felt a wet spot where the head of his dick was touching the small of
my back. I couldn't keep still, writhing under him as much as I was able as
he licked first one ear and then the other.

"Don't make us cum yet," he hissed into my ear.

It took every bit of self control I had to make myself hold still. He
didn't help by beginning to kiss, lick, and nibble his way around my neck
and down my back. I could feel the head of his dick periodically deposit
another drop of precum, each in a different place on my butt and legs.
When his mouth got to my butt cheeks, he licked and kissed them while he
kneaded them. My asshole was crying out to be rimmed, but he passed on by
without touching it, moving his mouth down the backs of my legs. When his
tongue touched places such as the backs of my knees and the bottoms of my
feet which would normally have sent me into a protective ball, I shivered
instead, feeling my dick throb in its confinement between my belly and the
carpet.

When he stopped touching me, I opened my eyes to find his face was
approaching mine. I lifted my head to make the kiss easier to deliver. He
pushed against my shoulder as his tongue moved between my lips. I rolled
onto my back, never breaking the contact of our mouths. He gave the front
side of my body the same treatment he had given the back, except that he
never touched my dick. He saved that for last.

When he finished with my feet, he moved his hands up the inside of my legs
to the backs of my knees. He grasped me there, pushing my legs apart and
up. Beginning at the inside of my right knee, he licked slowly up the
inside of my thigh until he almost reached my balls. I willed them to jump
into his mouth. I nearly screamed when he moved to my left thigh without
touching them. But this time his tongue did touch them. I writhed from the
sensation, wanting to grab my dick and jerk myself to an immediate orgasm.

Finally he gave my crotch the same attention he had given the rest of me,
but all of it was of the teasing variety. He licked and nibbled my dick,
but he didn't suck it. He did the same to my asshole after he followed the
seam line to it from the back of my balls. He was teasing my asshole gently
with his tongue when I made a decision.

"Fuck me!" I said to him, surprised at the hoarseness of my voice.

He raised his head and looked across my balls and dick to my face. "I
didn't bring anything. I never thought . . ."

"I have rubbers and lube upstairs."

He lowered my legs to the floor, stood up, and put out his hand to help me
up, pulling me straight into his arms for another long, deep
kiss. Afterwards, his face still inches from mine, he said, "I'm thinking I
should sweep you into my arms and carry you up the stairs."

I looked at him and said, "I'm thinking you'd be surprised at how heavy I
am."

"I carry heavy things for a living."

I took his hand and started toward the stairs, pulling him behind me. "Save
your strength. I hope you're gonna need it." I smiled at him and he smiled
back.

As we walked up the stairs together, I could see his dick leading the way,
swinging up and down through its arc as Ted's always did in the morning.

I had him sit on my bed as I opened the drawer in my bedside table.
"Remember the plain paper package you kidded me about?"

"Yeah, I do," he told me. "I think there were two of them."

First I handed him several rubbers and then a tube of lube. "These were in
one of them. And this was in the other."

He let out a single loud laugh. "I can't believe it! I was going to give
you a hard time about those packages but I chickened out."

"I woulda been embarrassed."

"Then I'm glad I didn't."

I sat on the bed beside him and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me
deeply again.  After a short while he pressed me back so I lay on the
bed. I bent my legs at the knees and spread them wide. He squeezed a large
dab of lube onto his finger and applied it to my asshole, circling it first
and then pressing against it.

I tried to remember what Del did so I could do the same thing. I must have
had some success because I felt his finger slide into me a little
ways. When he had it in all the way, he kissed me, sucking my tongue into
his mouth as he slid his finger in and out of my asshole. He kept it up for
quite a while before he sat up, lubed two fingers, and pressed them to my
asshole as he pressed his mouth to mine. They hurt going in even though he
was very slow and gentle. Eventually I got used to them and began to enjoy
their alternating circular and piston-like motions.

When he lubed up three fingers and pressed them against my asshole, he
surprised me by sucking my dick into his mouth instead of kissing me. Again
he was slow and careful, but his fingers hurt quite a lot at first.

He must have noticed because he let my dick fall out of his mouth and asked
me, "You doing ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Really." I realized I was panting.

He went slower after that, so slow in fact that I was afraid he'd make me
cum with his mouth.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that to my dick," I told him.

He stopped immediately, moving his mouth to mine and sliding his tongue in.
I felt his fingers continue to twist slowly and advance into my
asshole. There was still some pain, but it was getting better. In time he
had them all the way into me and the pain had ended.

He broke our long kiss and asked me, "Think you're ready?"

"I guess so," I answered. I was getting spasms of pleasure as his twisting
fingers rubbed my prostate.

I missed his fingers when he drew them out of me, which caused me to
anticipate having his dick in their place. I watched as he rolled a rubber
down his dick and lubricated it. He surprised me by rubbing a place on his
belly with lube and lubing my dick as well.

He got on the bed on his hands and knees. I had already lifted my legs in
anticipation. I started to wrap them around his middle as he moved over me,
but he said, "Wait a sec. I think we need something else." He grabbed a
pillow, folded it in half, told me to raise my butt, and forced it under
me. When I lowered my butt onto it, it was several inches higher than it
had been.

"Put your legs around me," he told me. "Take my dick in your hand and guide
me in, ok?"

I wrapped my legs around his middle and took hold of his dick. I kept it
pointed toward my asshole as he inched forward on his hands and knees. I
was looking at him.  He seemed to be looking into my eyes. I felt the head
of his dick make contact with my asshole. He kept moving until I could feel
pressure behind its touch.

He kissed me then, teasing my lips with his tongue. When he broke the kiss,
we were looking into each other's eyes again. I could feel the increasing
pressure of his dick head against my asshole and it was beginning to
hurt. I felt a moment's panic, which caused me to blurt out, "This is my
first time!"

The pressure lessened immediately and his face moved away from mine.

"You've never done this before?"

"No, this is my first time."

"We don't have to do this, you know."

"I do want to do it!"

"You sounded scared. I won't hurt you. It'll probably hurt some though. But
I wouldn't hurt you."

I understood what he meant. If there was pain, it would be because he
couldn't prevent it. But he wouldn't cause any that he could avoid.

"I know you wouldn't hurt me. I just panicked for a second. I'm ok now."

He looked at me for a minute. "I believe you," he said.

The pressure against my asshole increased. He held his head just above
mine, staring at me intently, watching me. I felt the pain start to build
again, but I was determined not to let it show in my face. I put my arm
around his neck, pulling his mouth against mine and sliding my tongue in.

I began to feel real pain, burning pain. I wondered how the head of his
dick could possibly be bigger than the three fingers he had already had in
me. I was just about to tell him to stop, that I couldn't take it when I
felt some movement and the pain lessened substantially.

He broke our kiss. "That was the head going in. It's always the worst part.
It'll be better now."

I suppose I would have said something in reply, but his mouth covered mine
again. I was lost in wonder of the fact that I had part of him inside of
me. Suddenly I wanted all of his dick there, even though it still hurt.

But he proceeded slowly. At first he didn't move at all, and when he did,
he did it very slowly.  The pain had lessened to a dull ache. I began to
feel more and more full, first around my hips but later in my belly as well
and finally in my chest. I supposed he was rearranging my insides as his
dick moved into me. After a while I thought, "He must be nearly there," but
the filling continued for quite a while. Then I began to feel pressure
around my asshole instead of just on it. I knew he was completely inside of
me.

He kept his dick still, but he began to move his belly from side to side. I
realized that my dick was pressed against it. In fact, it was rubbing
against the spot he had lubricated. The feeling of my hard dick sliding
against his lubricated belly with its hairy coat was surprising and very
pleasant. But not as surprising as the feeling of his dick withdrawing from
inside of me, which wasn't pleasant at all. The uncomfortable stuffed
feeling I had had at first had changed into a very pleasant fullness. Now
that fullness was going away. I felt his belly slide along my dick as he
withdrew his dick from within me.

The emptiness I felt from his dick leaving me made me think he was pulling
it out quickly, but in fact he was moving with the same careful slowness
with which he had put it in. It was some time before he had withdrawn
everything but the head. Then without a pause he reversed directions and
began to fill me up again. At the same time his belly slid along my dick.

I suddenly felt his dick head touch my prostate as he moved back into
me. At the same time my dick was being stimulated by contact with his
belly. The dual stimulation was repeated he withdrew his dick as
well. After several repeats, I realized I was building quickly to an orgasm
and didn't know what to do to control it.

I broke our kiss and told him, "I'm going to cum soon!"

He lifted his belly from mine, ending its contact with my dick. "Not yet.
You have to give me a chance to catch up."

The piston action of his dick in my asshole gathered speed gradually, and
my movement toward an orgasm slowed. He was rubbing my prostate with the
head of his dick, not jabbing it, and that contact lasted only about a
fourth of the time his dick was moving in or out of me. He had stopped
rubbing my dick altogether. He began to kiss my neck and shoulder and lick
my ear. I had trouble following all of the different sensations I was
feeling. But I loved every one of them.  I particularly liked the feeling
when his dick was completely inside of me.

As I inched along towards an orgasm, he continued to increase the speed of
his piston action as his dick slid in and out of me. I realized I liked
feel of the friction his dick created as it rubbed against my asshole. I
liked the feel of his dick head sliding across my prostate. I liked hearing
the sound of his breathing as he worked to give me pleasure.

Suddenly he lowered his belly so he was rubbing my dick again. My slow
motion movement toward a climax speeded up. I squeezed him against me with
my arms and legs.  And then I was shooting. I felt good in so many places
at the same time I couldn't keep track of them all. The feeling seemed to
last and last.

When I came to my senses, I realized Phil was approaching his own
orgasm. He was breathing heavily and driving his dick firmly into me. I
wondered what I could do to help. I tried squeezing his dick with my
asshole and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath.  Twice more I did
the same thing and that drove him over the edge. He came. I could hear it
in the break in his breathing, and I could feel it in the swelling of his
dick inside me as he shot his cum into the rubber. He lunged against me
with each spurt.

When he was finished, he seemed to collapse, but he was still supporting
most of his own weight above me. I continued to hug him against me as he
regained his breath. After a while I felt his dick drop out of my asshole.
My first fuck was over. And I had loved every minute of it.


To be continued
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