Date: Thu, 04 May 2000 08:36:21 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Summer of My 15th Year" 30 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 30

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.
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Chapter 30

I woke up in Ted's bed with Brian sleeping
peacefully by my side. I was on my way back from
the bathroom when I looked through the open door to
my room and saw Ted asleep in my bed. He was lying
on his back with one arm thrown across his eyes and
the other stretched out across the second pillow.
The sheet and blanket had been shoved down to his
knees, giving me a clear view of his naked body.
Since he had a hardon sticking up his belly, I knew
he would wake up soon. I got into "my" side of the
bed, backed up against his side, and said over my
shoulder as I laid my head on his arm, "Cuddle."

He responded with a low grunt. A minute later I
felt him roll toward me and press himself against
my back. His dick nestled into my crack like a hot
dog being laid in a bun. As his arm came around my
side, I took hold of his hand and pressed it
against my chest midway between my nipples, holding
it flat against my body. I felt his mouth on the
base of my neck as he gave me a wet kiss.

"Morning," I said.

"I'm tired," he replied in a muffled voice. His
mouth was still pressed against my neck.

"Rough night with Del?"

"I think he was tryin' to cram a month of fuckin'
into one night."

"Oh, just the usual night with Del, huh?"

He snorted. I felt the warm air from his nose on my
neck. Where it touched the wetness from his lips,
it gave me a chill. "D'ya fuck Brian?"

"Yeah. He was really hot for it."

"Seems like all he's talked about for weeks."

"He's got a bunch of fantasies about you and me and
him and Mike."

"He's been tryin' to tell me about them too but he
loses me." He was beginning to sound more awake.

"We talked about them some. I understand some of it
I think."

"You smell good. Just like my baby brother."

His mouth moved slowly up the muscle of my neck to
the back of my ear leaving a trail of wetness as he
licked and nibbled his way along. He pulled his
hand loose from mine and started sliding it down my
chest and belly. My dick shot to attention.

"Ummm, I like this," I said as his hand slid down
over my dick and cupped my balls. His forearm
pressed my dick against my belly as he rubbed a
spot directly behind my balls.

"This is what I been thinkin' about for weeks," Ted
said, just before he slid his tongue into my ear.

When I could think again, I said, "I thought you
were all fucked out."

"I am. But you didn't say you were."

"I'm not!" I said as I squeezed his dick between my
cheeks.

"Go easy," he hissed into my ear. "I got to pee bad
and I think I might be sore."

I released his dick and started to wiggle around so
I could face him. He slid his hand up from my balls
onto my dick as I did and began stroking me slowly.
He kissed me on the cheek and then down my neck to
my collar bone. He pushed me onto my back and
pulled his arm out from under my head. He continued
kissing my chest, sucking in my skin and licking it
as he moved downwards. He rubbed one nipple as he
licked and sucked the other one. Then he swapped,
doing the same things to the other.

I was giving in to it entirely. I didn't expect
this to last very long since he didn't want to be
touched, and he knew I couldn't stand a continued
assault without cumming. He moved his mouth
downwards, leaving one hand behind to rub my
nipples and still using the other to stroke my dick
slowly. When his mouth reached my dick, he licked
the head.

"Tastes just like my little brother too," he said.
Then he began sucking my dick. His hand slid down
ahead of his mouth, moving smoothly onto my balls.
He caressed them, kneading them gently as he rubbed
a spot behind them.

He sucked my dick firmly, but not hard enough to
rush me to an orgasm. Instead, he kept me moving
toward it slowly. Everything he was doing was
working together to take me to the end of that
road. After a few more minutes it happened, a
wonderful, intense orgasm.

Ted kept my dick in his mouth until it began to
soften. I looked past him to see Brian standing in
the doorway stroking his dick. When he saw that I
had noticed him, he spoke.

"You guys are just like me and Mike. Can't wait to
get at each other."

He walked over and sat on the bed beside us,
reaching for Ted's dick.

"Don't touch!" Ted told him. "Sore! And I got to
pee." With that he got out of bed and headed for
the bathroom.

"Nice way to start off the day," Brian said,
referring to my languid, post-suck state.

"The best," I replied. I rolled onto my side and
took over stroking his dick. He removed his own
hand from it and slid down a short ways into the
bed.

"Feels better in your hand than in mine," he said.
He spread his legs as he spoke. I thought at first
he was giving me better access to his balls, but he
pressed his leg against my legs just below my
crotch. I lifted one leg so he could slide his knee
under my balls. When his thigh was pressed firmly
against my balls and my half-hard, slightly sticky
dick, I lowered my leg onto it and trapped his leg
in place. I quickened the pace of my stroking.

"Yeah," he said as I did, "that'll do it."

Ted returned from the bathroom and sat cross-legged
on the bottom of the bed. He was still three-
quarters hard. He watched me for a minute or two as
I stroked Brian's dick before he leaned forward and
took Brian's balls in his hand.

"Won't be long now," Ted said as he rubbed Brian's
balls gently. "They're startin' to tighten up." He
continued to rub Brian's balls as I stroked his
dick. I watched as all looseness in his sac
disappeared and the skin creased into long tight
wrinkles outlining his balls within.

"Real soon now," Ted said. He leaned forward and
took the head of Brian's dick into his mouth.

I continued to stroke Brian's dick, but I moved my
hand to the lower half. The upper half was in Ted's
mouth. If Ted had shown any signs of trying to take
it all in, I would have removed my hand, but he
seemed content to continue as he was.

When Brian came, it was with a grunt and a small
forward lunge of his hips. Ted's lips pressed
against my hand as Brian's dick was forced into his
mouth, but my hand prevented it from going in too
deep. He quivered as each successive spurt coursed
through his dick, finally releasing all tension
from his body as he sagged against the bed.

"Oh man! That was great!" Brian told us. "Gimme a
minute and I'll do you, Ted."

"No way. I really am sore. Must be outta practice,"
Ted replied.

"You better heal up quick. I got plans for you. And
it's gotta happen before I leave tomorrow."

"Geez. Last night I'm Del's sex slave. Today I'm
yours."

"And mine," I added.

Ted shook his head, laughing quietly. "Oh my poor
poor dick!" he said.

Shortly after breakfast Brian fell into
conversation with my Dad and again went into his
studio with him. Ted and I cleaned up the kitchen
and made the beds, changing his since his pillow
was stuck to the sheet by Brian's cum from the
night before. Ted's sheets went straight into the
washer. We also brushed Brian's dried cum loose
from the carpet in Ted's room and sucked up the
flakes with a hand-held vacuum that we seldom used
for anything else.

When we finished, we began to wonder what was
happening with Brian and Dad. Ordinarily we would
never have gone into Dad's studio while he was in
there with the door closed, but he was always in
there alone. Ted decided that since Brian was with
him, we could probably chance it. I was wondering
whether we were about to make a mistake as Ted
opened the door.

Dad had spread his paintings of me and Ted around
the studio. The one of the two of us asleep that
Mom had told Dad she wanted to keep was on an
easel. All of the paintings showed one or both of
us nude. There were a few of us clothed that Dad
had done at the same time, but they were apparently
still stacked in the drying frame.

"I was going to come looking for you boys," Dad
said. "Brian needs you to model for him."

Brian was drawing something as we came in. There
were several other sketches that were clearly not
Dad's work against the wall of the studio behind
him. They were all faces of people I didn't know.

"Model?" Ted asked.

"Yes. He's been showing me what he can do with a
pencil, but I want to see him work with a brush,"
Dad told us. Turning to Brian, he asked, "How do
you want them?"

"Sitting down. I'll get them in the position I got
in mind," Brian replied.

Ted and I were both amazed as Dad left to get us
something to sit on.

"What's happenin'?" Ted asked.

"Dunno for sure. He was just showing me these
paintings. I musta said something because all of a
sudden he said he wanted to see me paint the same
subject."

"We supposed to get naked?"

"No! Least I don't think so. Only if he wants you
to. I'm just gonna do your heads I think."

Dad returned with a bench from his bedroom and we
sat on it side by side. Brian came over to us and
moved us so that I was staring straight ahead and
Ted was in three-quarter profile looking away from
me. He draped my arm around Ted's shoulders.

While Brian was positioning us, Dad had set up a
canvas on an easel and gone to sit out of the way.
When Brian got back to the canvas, Dad said, "Just
use anything that's there. I've got other supplies
too if you need them. Just tell me what you need."

Then it got quiet. I could hear the pencil on the
canvas as Brian drew for a while at first. When he
began to paint, I could occasionally hear the brush
moving against the canvas.

Having never modeled in this way before, although
Ted and I had been used as models by Dad as we went
about our business, I discovered again how hard it
was to sit still. I remembered the time Dad had
begun sketching us for the paintings surrounding us
as I lay on Ted and we watched tv. As time passed,
I began to develop itches and small cramps in
various parts of my body. But oddly enough, Dad
never moved the entire time.

Finally I said, "I have to move for a minute."

"Hey, I'm sorry!" Brian said. "I got caught up in
what I was doing. Go ahead."

Ted and I both got up and stretched, groaning to
express our pleasure at being able to move again. I
went to the bathroom, not so much because I needed
to use the facilities as to have an opportunity to
walk before I was frozen into position again as one
of Brian's models.

The second time we sat, time seemed to pass more
quickly. I worked at letting my mind wander, and it
wandered to my almost constant interest. I relived
in my imagination numerous sexual encounters,
including all of the lengthy ones with Phil. I knew
I had a hardon which was probably visible to Brian
as a lump in my pants, but I knew it didn't matter.
I was actually surprised when Brian said, "I think
I've got all I need for right now."

Ted and I stood up immediately and stretched again.
We knew better than to ask if we could see what he
had done. Dad had instilled it into both of us that
you never asked to see an artist's work until he
was ready to show it to you. But Brian was either
ready or didn't feel the same way because he said,
"Come look."

The three of us went behind the easel and looked. I
had expected Brian to more or less copy our faces
from the paintings of Dad's that were standing up
around the studio. But the painting didn't look at
all like something Dad had painted.

Brian had painted two heads, the one looking
straight ahead obscuring the back third of the one
in profile. There was one neck and the suggestion
of the other that disappeared when I stared at it
but seemed to be there in my peripheral vision when
I looked at the faces. The same was true of the top
of the shoulders.

"That's you all the way, Sport," Ted said to me as
he pointed to one of the heads."I think this one's
you too," he added, pointing to the other.

"No, they're both you," I told him. The heads
looked enough alike that they could possibly have
been the same person from two different angles, one
straight on and one in three-quarters profile, and
with slightly different expressions. But they were
different enough that you couldn't be sure.

"You're both wrong," Dad said. "This one is you,
Matt, and that one is you," he said, pointing to
Ted. "He got both your similarities and your
differences."

The longer I looked, the more I could see what Dad
was saying. At first I thought neither head looked
exactly like Ted, but one looked more like him than
the other did. But there was no doubt it was Ted. I
realized the expression on the face in the painting
was the one I thought of whenever I tried to
picture Ted in my mind. It was typical Ted. But I
could see a lot of Ted in the other head as well,
only the expression wasn't one I thought of as
typical for him. I realized I was probably looking
at my own typical expression, the one everyone else
sees but which you never see because it's
impossible to relax your face completely as you
look in a mirror.

"I'm impressed," Dad told Brian.

Brian seemed a little embarrassed.

"Thanks," Dad said to me and Ted. We knew
immediately we had been dismissed. As we left his
studio, Dad said to our backs, "Close the door."

About an hour later Dad and Brian emerged. Ted and
I had already begun to fix lunch. They continued to
talk about plans they had apparently made after we
left them. They were still talking when we sat at
the table, but their conversation ended shortly
afterwards and Dad's attention wandered off. He
continued to move food into his mouth, but it was
clearly a mechanical act. I sometimes pictured him
continuing to eat after the sandwich was gone,
devouring his hand and part of his arm before he
realized what he was doing.

After a few minutes' silence, Ted suggested some
things we might do during the afternoon. As Dad
continued to stare off into space, we made our
plans.

In the car, Ted asked Brian what was going on.

"Your Dad says I'd be crazy not to change majors.
He says I could sell my work now if I have anything
like what I painted this morning."

"Do you have stuff like that?"

"It all of people I know. That's what I like to
paint, people. But I think this might be the best
one so far."

"You gonna change majors?"

"Yes. Your Dad says he knows a lot of people in the
Art Department and he thinks I could get a
scholarship. He's going to write letters for me.
Also I'm supposed to meet his agent when he gets
over his heart attack."

"Way to go!" I interjected into their conversation.
"You gonna finish the painting? Can I have it when
you do?"

"I think it is finished," Brian said. "The
important part anyhow. But I'll think about the
rest of it and finish it. Sure you can have it! I'm
real glad you want it."

We didn't see Dad after we came back to the house.
When he didn't appear for supper, Brian was worried
about it, but we told him it was normal. "You
probably gave him an idea that started him on a new
project," Ted told him.

After we ate, we decided to go up to the bedrooms.
Brian was suddenly very animated. I knew he had
plans for us, and I suspected I knew what they
were.

"Your dick still sore, Ted?" he asked.

"It's comin' around. Why?"

"I want you to fuck Matt."

"Yeah, but what does Matt want?" Ted asked.

"I want you to fuck Matt too," I echoed.

"Ok! It's settled. I tell you how I want you to do
it," Brian said.

"You gonna pose us for this or what?" Ted asked. He
sounded a little put out, as if he thought Brian
might be going too far.

"Yeah. Well, kinda. I got this fantasy."

"Oh. A fantasy," Ted said dismissively.

"No, wait. This could be cool," I said. "Let's see
what he wants."

"I dunno if I can fuck on command," Ted said, still
not willing to give in.

"Yeah you can," I told him. "I saw Del make you do
it."

"Oh, yeah. Well, that's true. But his fantasy could
be really weird!" He looked straight at me as he
spoke, holding both arms out in a gesture of
earnestness.

"It's not weird, honest!" Brian said. "I just want
you to act like I'm not there but let me do it
too."

I thought about Ted and I both having our dicks in
Del's asshole on New Year's Eve. "I don't think I
can take two dicks at once," I said. In fact, I
knew I wasn't going to try. It still hurt a little
at first each time Phil fucked me. There was no way
two dicks were going to fit inside me.

"No, I don't want that. I mean I want it to be the
three of us. But I want you two to do it and let me
like just fit in wherever I can so I'm like a part
of it."

"See, I told you it was gonna be weird," Ted said.
"Every time he tries to tell me about one of his
fantasies of you and me and his brother, it comes
out like that."

"I kinda get it," I said. I was remembering what
Brian had already told me about the kind of
fantasies he had been having. "How about you and me
do it and we let him kinda just be there? We can
always tell him to cut it out if we don't like what
he's doing."

"Well, I dunno," Ted said, beginning to give in.

"Great!" I said. "But I got to have a shower first.
I feel grimy from this afternoon."

It turned out that all three of us felt the same
way, so we worked our way through the shower, me
first and Brian last. While Brian was in the
shower, Ted and I had a chance to talk.

"You don't have to do this, ya know," Ted told me.

"You got to be kidding! I been trying to get you to
fuck me for years."

"You were too small even if Mike did fuck Brian
younger than you are now. But I thought maybe with
Phil fuckin' you, you might not want me in you
too."

I hadn't actually thought about that. I would've
thought about it if Brian had wanted to fuck me and
I probably would not have let him, but he didn't.
With Ted it was different. I decided I was going to
have to think about this more, but at the moment I
felt fine with the idea of Ted fucking me.

"No problem. Fuck me!" I said. I lay back on the
bed, spread my legs, and pulled them over my head
to aim my asshole right at him. If I could have
made it wink at him, I would have.

"Alright!" Ted said as he crawled up the bed. He
pressed his hands against my thighs to push me even
further up onto my shoulders and dragged his wet
tongue straight across my asshole.

My dick shot up. I pulled the pillow out from under
my head and stuffed it under my butt. I didn't do a
very good job of it, leaving myself lopsided, so
Ted let go of one of my thighs long enough to
straighten it out.

He must have changed his mind about what he was
going to do at that point because he said to me,
"You hold your legs."

I took hold of my ankles. Ted continued to rim me,
circling my hole with his tongue and beginning to
make tentative stabs at the hole itself with its
pointed tip. With his newly-freed hands he started
stroking my dick and rubbing my balls. I could feel
my asshole beginning to loosen up.

A few minutes after we started, Brian got on the
bed beside me on his knees. "This is so great!" he
said.

Since his dick was just a short distance away from
my hand, I took hold of it and began to stroke it
slowly. He leaned over, worked his way between my
leg and my belly, and began to suck my dick. Ted
released it to him immediately. Between the feeling
of his mouth on my dick and of Ted's tongue on my
asshole, I was in heaven.

After a short while, Brian pulled himself away from
my dick and slid his head in between my butt and
Ted. Although I couldn't see what he was doing, I
guessed that he was now sucking Ted's dick. He
continued what he was doing for a few minutes and
then moved behind Ted. I guessed he was rimming
Ted. So far his plan to just fit himself in
wherever he could was working beautifully.

I felt Ted begin to work a finger into my asshole.
He raised his head and said, "Brian, open that
drawer and get me some lube and a condom."

Brian did as he was told immediately. When he was
back with the lube, Ted held out his finger and
Brian squeezed some lube onto it.

Ted rubbed the lube around my asshole and then slid
his finger into me again. As he was doing that,
Brian licked my balls and the part of my perineum
closest to them.

I felt Ted's finger slide back out of me just
before he said to Brian, "More lube."

When Brian lifted his head from my balls, I could
see Ted was holding his finger out. Brian then
squeezed and Ted worked it into me. Brian went back
to licking my balls.

The next time Ted wanted more lube, Brian asked
him, "How about if I hold the tube right by his
asshole and you just tell me to squeeze when you
want it?"

"Ok, let's try it," Ted said.

For the rest of Ted's effort to lube me, Brian did
that to Ted's and my satisfaction. This also freed
Brian's head so he could lick my balls and suck my
dick. In fact, Brian was making me feel so good it
hardly hurt at all as Ted worked first two and then
three fingers into me.

Finally Ted said, "I think you're as loose as
you're gonna get."

"Can I see?" Brian asked.

He had looked at Ted, but Ted asked me, "Well,
Sport?"

"Sure," I told him.

Brian slid his finger into my asshole, going
straight to my prostate. "Put one of your fingers
in him too," he told Ted.

They rubbed my prostate together, an incredible
sensation.

"You want to put the rubber on me?" Ted asked
Brian. "I'll put my fingers back in him to keep him
open while you do it."

I felt Ted's three fingers slide into me and push
tight against me. I watched as Brian rubbed lube on
Ted's dick and rolled a rubber down it. When it was
on, he lubed it too.

"Guide my dick to his asshole. Hold it there so I
can start puttin' it in right when my fingers come
out," Ted told Brian.

I watched it happen as he said, or at least as much
of it as I could see. The rest I either imagined or
felt.

There were barely a few seconds between Ted's
pulling his fingers out and pushing his dick in.
And it did go straight in. I was surprised, and I
think he was too.

"I never did it like this before with so much
help," Ted said. "I think I coulda slid the whole
thing into you if I'da kept pushing. You ok,
Sport?"

"Yeah, it didn't hurt at all. Go ahead."

Ted and I looked at each other as he slid his dick
slowly into me. I knew he was watching for any sign
of pain, which made me relax completely. After a
while I felt the pressure of his pubic area as it
pressed firmly against my perineum.

"I'm in," Ted said.

"No lie!" I told him.

"This is way too cool!" Brian said. I could feel
his hand as he felt all around my asshole. Ted
withdrew his dick a little to let him touch my
asshole and his dick. "I can feel right where
you're going into him," he told Ted. Then he turned
to me and said, "I can feel right where he's inside
you."

I felt him spread his hand flat and press it
against the area around my asshole. I decided Ted's
dick must be going into me between two of his
fingers.

"Can I keep my hand there for a while and feel you
going in and out of him? Is that ok with you,
Matt?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

So as Ted began to slide his dick in and out of me,
Brian was a part of it. He had a look of pure
pleasure on his face. I took hold of his dick again
and began stroking it.

Barely a minute later Brian began sucking my dick.
It felt wonderful. At the same time Ted began to
move my butt around as he searched for my prostate.
There was no doubt when he hit it. After that there
was the double pleasure of his dick head sliding
across my prostate and Brian's tongue and lips on
my dick.

I only stood it a few minutes before I said, "I'll
cum real soon if you keep that up."

Brian stopped immediately, dropping my dick from
his mouth, sliding his hand out from between me and
Ted, and pulling his dick out of my hand. I saw him
go around behind Ted but I couldn't see what he was
doing. Ted continued to slide his dick head across
my prostate, but he suddenly began to move much
more slowly.

I asked Ted, "What's he doing?"

"He's rimmin' me. And he's rubbin' my balls. It's
unreal." Ted fucked me slowly for the next few
minutes as Brian continued to rim him.

I began to feel something near my asshole. I
decided it had to be Brian's finger because I could
see both of Ted's hands. Ted confirmed it by
saying, "He's rubbin' the bottom of my dick right
next to my balls."

Ted's fucking motion continued to bring Brian's
finger into contact with my asshole. It seemed to
be touching my asshole with more and more firmness.
I realized he was trying to slide it into me with
Ted's dick. There was nothing I could do to help,
so I just continued paying attention to it. I knew
when it started to slide inside of me. I was being
stretched more than I ever had before, but it
wasn't uncomfortable even when I was sure he had
the whole finger inside of me. And the wonderful
feeling of Ted's dick sliding across my prostate
continued.

"He's rubbin' the back of my dick while I'm inside
you," Ted told me, "And he's got a finger inside me
too. I'm not gonna be able to hold out much
longer."

And true to his word, he began to cum about a
minute later. When it was over, I felt Brian's
finger slide out of me.

"Keep your dick up inside him while I suck him
off," Brian told Ted. In a few seconds he was
sucking my dick while Ted continued to rub my
prostate with his finger tip. I came shortly after
that.

I would have jerked Brian off at the same time if
I'd had the chance, but by the time I thought of
it, he had jerked himself off, shooting his cum
onto my side and belly. After that Ted's dick
literally fell out of me and I lowered my legs onto
him and Brian. We lay in a heap as we gathered the
strength to move. When we could move, we had to
cycle through the shower again to remove the cum
and lube that had gotten over all three of us.

Brian wanted the three of us to sleep in one bed,
and we tried it, but in fact it was too crowded.
After I thought the others were asleep, I went back
to my own room.

To be continued
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