Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2000 13:10:09 CDT From: Tim Foure Subject: New Story: "Summer of My 15th Year" 33 (adult-youth) (incest) The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 33 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 33 Ted's term ended a week before mine, so he was home during my final exams. He had three and a half weeks off before summer school started. He pitched in right away and took over most of the mowing, which left me free to cram for my exams and to see Phil. I told Ted he didn't have to make time for me to see Phil too because he was doing enough by giving me a break for my exams. In his typical straightforward fashion, he told me I had my priorities wrong. Soon after Ted came home, Phil called to talk to my Dad. At the time I thought he had been lucky to call when he did because if Dad was in his studio, the rule was "take a message, no matter who it is." Mom would have been an exception, I know, but usually she talked to me when she called and left a message for Dad to call her if she needed to talk to him. But when Ted was home and actually in the house, Dad seemed to spend a lot of time in our part of the house and in the world where the rest of us lived as well. "What do you want to talk to him about?" I asked Phil. "None of your business." "Oh, well, ok. Since you put it that way." I was using my most put-upon tone of voice. "Just lemme talk to him. I'll call you back later when I get home, ok? "I suppose," I said, still in the same tone of voice. As it happened, Dad was in his bedroom getting cleaned up. He took the call there. I was tempted to listen in, but in the end I continued to prepare supper with Ted's company if not his help. I had just told Ted to call Dad to the table when he came into the kitchen on his own. "Phil's got a week's vacation coming up in two weeks. He's going to the beach. Some place on the ocean," Dad told me as he sat down and I started serving supper. "Great!" I said, wondering what was coming next. He hadn't mentioned his vacation to me. "He wanted to know if we would let you go with him for the week." I nearly dropped the pan from which I was spooning out gravy. "I can, right?" I asked immediately. "What about your mowing?" "I'll do that while he's gone," Ted said casually. "Give me a chance to make a few bucks." I knew that was a lie. Or at least that Ted really didn't need to make a few bucks. He had been earning more money in the stock market than he ever had from mowing. In fact, he had been so successful during the past year that he was thinking about buying a new car. But he was so quick with his answer to Dad that I began to wonder if he had known in advance what Phil was calling for. "In that case, I don't see any reason why not. I'll talk to your mother, but I'm sure she'll say yes too." "Wow, that's great!" I said. I couldn't wait to get Ted alone to find out what he knew. And then I was going to give Phil a hard time for not telling me first. As it happened, I had to settle for talking to Phil first because Ted stayed close to Dad all evening. When Phil finally called, I was on him in a flash. "Why didn't you tell me that was what you were going to ask him?" I demanded. "How about a hello? Because you would have worked on him about it. This way I got to find out how he really feels about you hanging around with me." "When were you gonna tell me? You haven't even asked me if I wanted to go." I was experiencing conflicting feelings about this. On the one hand, I was thrilled to be going. On the other, I thought he was treating me like a child, something hardly anyone did any more. "I was gonna tell you right after I asked him. I didn't know he'd tell you. I thought it'd be a surprise when I asked you and it'd be so great because I'd already know your parents'd let you go. I can't just cart a fourteen-year-old boy away without his parents' permission. You know that. You don't want to go?" "Yeah, I do!" I started to say something about wishing he'd asked me first anyhow, but I held it back. The truth was, as I realized for myself, I couldn't have said yes without asking my parents either. I decided to drop it and let him see just how thrilled I was. "I can't wait! A whole week, just us!" "We're on then. We'll pull outta here first thing Saturday morning and be gone until the next Sunday." "You wanna leave now? I can be packed in five minutes. Two pair of shorts, two T- shirts, three tubes of lube." "Better take some sun block instead of all that lube or your butt'll get burned." "You mean we're gonna be outside?" I whined. "I thought we could spend the week in bed." "Think again. Maybe at night if you're lucky. We're going to the beach! We're gonna do beach stuff!" "Yeah!" I yelled into the phone. Phil told me some of the things he had in mind that we might do. When he said my butt would get burned, it turned out he wasn't kidding. One of the things he mentioned was going to a nude beach. I didn't know how I felt about that. That night in bed I asked Ted if he had known about the vacation. "Sure did. Phil emailed me at school." I knew they had been emailing each other. Ted had started it by asking me for Phil's email address. He said he just wanted to get to know Phil a little better. Phil, on the other hand, hadn't mentioned it until I confronted him with it. His reaction was, "What, you got to know everything?" "So why didn't you tell me?" I asked Ted. "Didn't want to spoil the surprise. Didn't know Dad would just blurt it out like that. Phil went to a lot of trouble to make it work out." "Did he ask you to do my mowing for me?" I had begun flipping Ted's dick back and forth in preparation for sucking it. "Nope. He asked me if I knew how long you could be gone without getting in trouble with your customers. I volunteered to do the mowing so you could be gone the whole week." "That's so great. I'll make it up to you." "Sure will. You can start tonight as soon as I get your ass lubed up." "Oh man, you're really gonna make this hard on me. I can tell." I said this in a voice dripping with resignation and followed it with a deep, long sigh. "Well, even if you figure two hours mowing for one using your asshole, your asshole is mine for about ten-twelve hours of heavy duty work. But don't worry. I don't wanna collect it all tonight." "I wasn't worried. I know you'd never last that long. Whadda ya mean Phil went to a lot of trouble to make it work out?" "He emailed me a couple weeks ago to ask if I thought Mom and Dad would let you go. I emailed Mom and got her to agree before he asked Dad. Dunno what she did, but she said she'd make sure it was ok with Dad. Then after I told him I'd do the mowing, he had to swap vacations with somebody so he could go while I was here. Plus he made reservations and all that. He really wanted to surprise you. It's too bad Dad spoiled it." "Yeah, it is. But I was sure surprised when Dad told me. It's just too bad Phil didn't get to see it." I decided I was going to have to make it up to Phil too. "Ya know, he's really a nice guy. You really lucked out there. How about grabbing the lube and a rubber. I think I'm just gonna lie here and let you sit on my dick." "Your wish is my command!" And it was, at least to the extent that I sat on his dick after he lubed my asshole and made it last for nearly an hour before he rolled me onto my back and fucked us both to a very hard orgasm. I started working with Steve on the first Monday of my school vacation. I had mowed his lawn the previous Saturday, the only lawn I mowed that week thanks to Ted. Steve was anxious to get started on the privacy fence because the weather was warm enough to take advantage of a hot tub. When I was finished mowing, we sat in his living room and talked about my work schedule while I watched his dick move around in a pair of light green shorts. I had finally gotten to the point where watching it didn't give me a hardon, but I still enjoyed the show. We agreed that while he had work for me to do, I would work with him in the mornings and do my mowing in the afternoons. This was a good arrangement for me because the grass was usually too wet from dew to be mowed until around eleven o'clock anyhow. He asked how early I was willing to start. I had always awakened when the room got light, even if I had had a short night, so I told him any time after sunrise would be fine. We agreed on six-thirty. So at six-thirty on the first Monday of my school vacation I arrived at Steve's house ready to work. I rode up behind him on my bicycle and said hello. That startled him. He jumped and dropped the fence posts he was carrying. "I thought you'd be on your mower and I'd hear you coming," he said by way of explanation. "No, we hauled it home to mow the yard yesterday. Ted'll bring it into town later on." "Well, you sure started my heart," he said laughing. "Want a cup of coffee before we get started?" "No, thanks," I told him. "Ok, then let's get to it." He began to tell me how we would go about setting the posts in the holes he had already dug. As he talked, he moved from place to place pointing at things, and I watched his dick bounce in his shorts. He was wearing blue ones this time and a long sleeve shirt which wasn't buttoned. He was also wearing work boots with white socks, the first time I had seen him in shoes since he had come to the dream house. Steve had worked most of the previous week getting the materials for the fence and preparing the posts and rails. He had nailed two sticks crosswise on the posts to maintain the same height from post to post and to keep the posts from resting on the bottom of the holes. He had also mortised the posts for the two rails to which the boards would be attached and the ends of the rails as well. That was all done before I even got there. What was left was a two-man job. We started setting the posts in the holes. I held the first post in place while Steve lifted the top rail and fitted it between the post he had already bolted to the side of the house and the one I was holding. He drilled two holes through the joint of the post and the rail and handed me the drill to do the same on my end. I put my two bolts into place and hand-tightened the nuts while Steve did the same on his end. We repeated the whole process on the bottom rail. Steve tightened the nuts with an electric socket wrench. Last of all we attached two sticks at an angle from the side of the post to the ground, using them to hold the post vertical. By the time we worked our way back around to the house, the whole structure was rigid. The morning had started off cool and foggy. As the fog burned off, it started to get warm, and the residual moisture from the fog made the air humid. Shortly after we started work, Steve shed his shirt. I had been dressed much as he was, wearing my steel-toe mowing boots with socks and a sweatshirt over shorts that were loose and baggy. My sweatshirt followed his shirt to the edge of the porch. As we worked, we rubbed up against each other, wrapped an arm around each other's chests to hold something in place, and even leaned into each other. We were both sweating, and the sweat made us slippery as we touched. After a while the sweat soaked through our shorts. Mine were loose but his, already tight, began to cling to him like a second skin and to outline his dick even more clearly. By the time we had bolted the last rail into place, we were both dripping with sweat. I felt as if my shoes were full of water, and my shorts were so saturated that drops were falling from the hem. "I'm ready for a shower and some lunch. How about you?" Steve said. "Sounds great. But you don't have to give me lunch on days I work." "I was counting on you staying. I made a chicken salad last night. It only has to be dished out." "That's great!" I told him. "You're a good cook." He gave me that great smile. We gathered up the tools and piled them on the porch. As we sat side by side on the edge of the porch taking off our shoes, Steve told me he would be mixing the concrete the next day and putting it in the holes around the bottom of the posts. It needed another day to dry, so he wanted me to come back to help him attach the fencing boards on Thursday. When we stood up, he said, "You can have the shower first." That was when I realized I was finally going to have an opportunity to see his dick out of the shorts. My own dick shot straight up, but my shorts were so loose that it didn't show. I made sure I kept my back to him as I walked to the bathroom door, dropped and stepped out of my shorts, and went into the bathroom. I had just started the shower when I heard Steve say, "I'm going to drop your clothes in the washer. You can't put them back on they way they are. They're soaked." I hadn't intended to wear them again, except for the shoes. I had a bundle of clean clothes tied to my bike that I planned to change into after we finished working. But when Steve said he was going to give me lunch, I took it for granted he would lend me a pair of shorts as he had every Saturday since I began mowing for him. I started to tell him he didn't need to wash them, but he had already left the room by the time I spoke. In the meantime, there was my hardon to think about. It was still there pointing up my belly in all its glory. I considered jerking off quickly, but before I could even wrap my hand around it, I heard Steve say, "I put a pair of clean shorts on my bed for you." Knowing that he was standing there naked and I would finally see his dick didn't help my hardon one bit. In the end I turned the faucet to all cold water and forced myself to stand under it while I watched my dick shrivel. I was shivering when I stepped out of the shower, and Steve noticed. "What'd you do, take a cold shower?" "Just at the end. I thought it would cool me off." "Turn around and I'll dry your back." I did as he said. He gave me a brisk rub with the towel, warming me slightly with the friction. I tried, unsuccessfully, not to think about his dick, which I saw just before I turned away from him. The shaft was over two inches wide and flat across the top. It was easily twice as thick as mine is when it's soft and more than four inches long. The head was large and pointed and it hung over the shaft perhaps a quarter of an inch. His dick stuck straight out of a small bush of pubic hair and then curved to the left so the head was actually beside his balls. His balls were large and tight against his crotch. It almost looked as if they were supporting the base of his dick. Cold as my dick was, it tried to respond to the picture in my mind. I tried to pull my mind away from the image and had some success. He handed me the towel and stepped into the shower. As I finished drying myself and was going to put on the shorts, Steve began to talk, so I sat on the toilet and listened. "Switching to cold water like that really doesn't cool you off," he told me. "Usually you begin sweating again after a few minutes. You're actually better off if you take a longer lukewarm shower." "I didn't know that." "It has to do with the way your body reacts to temperature. You're probably starting to sweat again already." In fact I was, but I had attributed it to my fear of a hardon. "You're right," I told him. He talked a little longer about controlling body temperature, and I responded with brief answers just to keep the conversation going since I didn't know anything about the subject. My attention was focused on my dick and my effort to keep it from blossoming into another hardon. By the time he finished his shower, I felt I had it enough under control that I could risk drying his back. I got another view of his dick, head-on this time, as he stepped out of the shower. It was longer now, but only as much as dicks get in a warm atmosphere. My own dick twitched but that was all. I dried his back, rubbing it briskly as he had done mine. After putting on shorts, we went into the kitchen. I poured ice tea while he spooned chicken salad onto two plates. He also had bread with a hard crust and a plate of tomato wedges. It was too early in the season for local tomatoes, so these were the mushy hot-house variety, but everything else was good. We finished it all in about half the time it took him to make it. He got up to pour more tea, so I started to move the dishes to the counter over the dish washer. "Leave it and let's sit in the living room," he told me. He didn't have to ask me twice. I settled into my usual chair and he sat on the sofa, but instead of sitting back and spreading his legs to give me my usual show of his dancing dick, he sat at the edge and rotated his arm as he squeezed his shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked. "My shoulders are really sore. I wouldn't've expected it with all the exercise I get." "You mean from what we did this morning?" I was surprised because while I was tired, none of my muscles were particularly sore. "No, from digging the holes." "What'd you use?" "Tiling spade and post-hole digger." "Post-hole digger? You mean that thing that looks like two little shovels with long handles that're hinged together? I used one of those just once. I hated it." "I looked at a power augur, but it took two people to operate it and I wanted to get started on the holes because I had the time. I figured with working out the way I do, I could do the job by hand. Show's what I knew. I'm gonna have to add some new exercises to my workout if I've been missing those muscles all this time." He had continued to rub first one shoulder and then the other while we spoke. "I can rub your shoulders for you," I told him. Actually I was thinking about how smooth his skin had felt the day he had had me feel his muscles. "Really? Would you mind? I'd pay you." "I'll do it, but I'm not gonna let you pay me for it. How about if you move to the chair so I can get behind you." He was in the chair as soon as I stood up. His skin was very warm to the touch and felt smooth, as I dug my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders. He told me immediately how good it felt and continued to make encouraging noises as I worked on his shoulders and kneck, the tops of his arms, and the top of his back. Of course I got a hardon, but since I was behind the chair, I wasn't concerned about it. After a few minutes he asked me, "Would you mind if I lie on the floor and you did it a little longer?" I thought that would actually be easier. "Nope, go ahead." He lay out flat on his belly with his hands under his head. I knelt beside him and continued what I had been doing, but being off to the side as I was, I couldn't get much leverage on the shoulder opposite to the side where I was kneeling. "I think I'm gonna have to straddle you to get enough leverage to do the other side right," I told him. "Go ahead," he told me. "This feels so good. I'm really beginning to relax." I stepped across him and squatted down at the small of his back. I shifted to my knees and found I was practically sitting on his butt. I went back to massaging his shoulders and upper back with a lot of force. He began making appreciative noises again, so I continued. When my hands were nearly worn out, I eased off and gave him a light rub over the same area as a way of signaling my intention of stopping. He had gotten quiet a few minutes earlier. When I stopped rubbing, I discovered he had gone to sleep. I watched him sleep for a minute after I stood up. I didn't want to wake him, so I decided to leave. I retrieved my wet clothes from the washer, wrapped them into a bundle, and tied them to my bike in place of the clean clothes I had brought to mow in. I brought my clothes back into the bathroom to change. I peeked into the living room and saw that he was still asleep, so I left the shorts he had given me on the bed and rode off. Through all of it I had remained hard. The silky smoothness of his skin combined with the heat it gave off had increased the excitement I had felt at seeing his dick for the first time. Now I wanted sex. At first I decided I should have jerked off in Steve's bathroom before I left, but as I neared Kevin's house, I had a different idea. I wondered what the chances were of finding him home. I knew his mother had recently taken a part-time job, but I had no idea what hours she worked. "Hi. Anybody else home?" I asked Kevin when he answered the door. "No, just me. Why?" "Wanna suck?" I said. There had only been two occasions when Kevin and I had had sex alone, and both had taken place when he had come to the dream house to swim. This was the first time either one of us had approached the other alone purely for sex. A smile spread slowly across his face. "Sure!" We were naked in his bedroom in under two minutes and in a 69 position on the floor fifteen seconds after that. He took my whole dick to the pubic hair in one motion, but since his dick had continued to grow at a faster rate than mine, I had to work at it a little to get the head into my throat. I finally succeeded. Because of our experiences with the foursome, both of us were in the habit of giving pleasure rather than rushing our partner to an orgasm, so we sucked slowly and deeply for quite a while before I moved to his balls. As I licked them, I felt him do the same to mine, imitating my actions as I expected him to do. I rubbed the back of his dick with my cheek occasionally and he did the same. A while later I slid my arms through his legs and pulled them back toward me until his thighs were nearly pressed to his chest. I licked along his perineum and up his crack, circling his asshole rather than touching it. I felt him repeat my actions as I pulled my own legs toward my chest. I dragged my tongue lightly through the hair that had recently begun to fill his crack and blew on his asshole. I could see it pucker more tightly and then release when I did. I could feel my dick pressing against his chest and his pressing against mine. I teased his asshole for a few minutes before stabbing it directly with my tongue. He jumped when I did, reminding me how sensitive his asshole was. I pressed my mouth against it and buried my tongue in it. He did the same to me. I could feel him shaking with pleasure from my assault. When his asshole had relaxed completely, I moved back up his perineum to his balls and then his dick as I slid my finger into his asshole and touched his prostate lightly. He jumped immediately when I did but he didn't do the same to me. In fact, he seemed to have gone limp beside me. I rubbed his prostate lightly again and again he jumped, but he did nothing to me in return. Kevin had always had a tendency to be passive in sex, usually imitating what was done to him but never initiating anything on his own. And I was sure he was very excited. My chest was wet with his precum where his dick had been pressed as we rimmed, as was his with mine. It occurred to me to tell him to rub my prostate too, but before I did I had another thought. I let his dick slide out of my mouth and asked, "Can you get a rubber?" "Think so. I think my dad has some." "Want to see?" I slipped my finger out of his asshole and unwound myself from around him. I would have asked immediately what they were wanted for if someone had asked me to produce some. He simply stood up and left the room. In a few minutes he was back with his dick sticking out at a forty-five degree angle and a box half full of rubbers in his hand. I took the box when he held it out to me and stroked his dick a few times.. "Got anything we can use for lube?" I asked. "I don't have any of the stuff you got." "How about vaseline? Or maybe KY. Does your dad have KY?" "Does it come in a tube?" "Yeah, blue and white." "There was a tube in the drawer with the rubbers." "Want to get it?" Two minutes later he was handing it to me. It was half full. I wondered if he realized how much he had just told me about how his parents had sex, but I decided it wouldn't even cross his mind. On the other hand, I noticed his dick was beginning to droop, so I sat up, pulled him toward me, and began to suck it while sliding my finger back into his asshole and rubbing his prostate lightly. His dick quickly got hard in my mouth and he began to tremble. I continued to suck his dick for another minute or so, and while I kept my finger inside him, I avoided his prostate because I was afraid I would make him cum. "I want to fuck you," I told him when I stopped sucking his dick. I slid my finger out of his asshole, took his hand, and pulled him to the floor. "You mean put your dick in me?" "Yeah, just like I had my finger in you." "I dunno. You sure it'll fit?" "Yeah, I'm sure. We just have to work on it some." "Ok." I positioned him so he was lying on his back with his knees bent and his legs spread. I began working KY into his asshole while I licked his dick. "Feel good?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. It really does." Since he was naturally passive during sex, and since I wasn't demanding any action on his part, he simply lay there letting me do as I pleased. I worked the second finger into him without a problem, but when I started with the third, he said, "That hurts." "It'll stop in a minute. It's like the first time we started with our fingers. You just have to get used to it." Since he trusted me, he waited as I continued. "Feel better now?" I asked. "Yeah, it's ok now." "I think we're ready then." I rolled the rubber down my dick. Kevin surprised me by watching me carefully. I supposed it was the first time he had ever seen a rubber actually on a dick. I lubed the outside with KY, pulled Kevin's legs up so his feet were on my shoulders, and pressed the head of my dick against his asshole. Once I was sure it wouldn't slide away, I took hold of his legs and pushed them back toward his chest, spreading them wide. "You ok?" I asked him. "Yeah, I like the way your dick feels there." I began to push. Surprisingly, my dick started sliding into him easily. "It doesn't hurt, does it," I asked. "No! That feels great!" I kept pushing until my pubic hair was pressed against his perineum. I stayed still to let him adjust to having my dick inside of him as I wrapped my arms around his legs and took hold of his dick. I began to stroke it lightly with the hand that still had KY on it from lubing my dick. "That feels good too!" he told me. I didn't think I was touching his prostate unless there was some slight pressure on it from the shaft of my dick laying alongside of it, but I meant to find it as soon as I could. I slid my dick slowly out of him until only the head was still inside. "Oh, I don't like that. Put it back!" he told me. So I did, changing the angle slightly to try to rub his prostate with the head of my dick. "Yeah, that feels good!" he told me. But I knew I hadn't hit his prostate. I continued to slide my dick slowly in and out, moving both him and me to achieve a different angle. I knew instantly when I made contact because his whole body jerked and I felt his dick swell in my hand. "That really feels good!" he told me. Three more strokes and he shot a load straight up his chest. He made a loud strangled sound when he came, surprising me both by the noise and the suddenness of his orgasm. I was nowhere near cumming myself. I wondered if he would want me to pull out now that he had cum. I continued to slide my dick in and out as he finished his orgasm and moved into the afterglow. I changed my angle of attack so I wasn't rubbing his prostate any longer. But Kevin didn't say anything about us stopping, and his dick remained hard in my hand. He lay there passively with his eyes closed. I continued to slide my dick in and out of him slowly while I held his dick, being careful not to rub it while it was still hypersensitive. When I began to think I was moving toward my own orgasm instead of just enjoying the pressure and friction of his asshole on my dick, I changed angles again and began to rub his prostate with my dick. I also began to stroke his dick slowly. I also watched Kevin carefully to see his reactions to what I was doing. He seemed very content lying there with my dick sliding in and out of his asshole. When I began touching his prostate again, his expression changed and he seemed to be concentrating. In a short while he began to press his head backward and bend his neck until he had to lift his shoulders from the floor. His mouth opened as he did and he began to moan softly. I wondered if it was possible he could be ready to cum again so soon, but I was nearly ready myself, so I began to stroke his dick faster. He continued to press his head backward until most of his back was off of the floor. He made a strangled sound again and began to shoot, adding more cum to what was already on his chest. I fucked him faster, wanting to cum with him and beginning my own orgasm as the last spurt of cum left his dick. When I had finished, I collapsed on him, feeling his cum wet my chest as it made contact with his. I moved my arms immediately to support some of my weight but I was unable to move off of him for a few minutes. When my dick had slipped out of his asshole and I had rolled onto my side, Kevin said, "You were right. That felt better than anything I ever felt before. I wanna do it again. How soon can you do it again?" I wondered if I now had another Del on my hands. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Previously posted chapters can be found at www.nifty.org in the gay male archive, incest category.