Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2000 08:22:23 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Summer of My 15th Year" 47 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 47

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 47

Wednesday morning I was still in a grouchy mood
from another unsatisfying phone conversation with
Phil the night before. I had gone straight from
talking to him to chatting with Ted again.

"Hey, surprised to hear from you again. What's it
been, like forty-five minutes?"

"I just got off the phone with Phil."

"Uh-oh. Still won't talk, huh."

"No. Won't even get close to the subject. Maybe I
made a mistake, ya know? I mean telling him that."

"You have to decide that one. You're not pulling me
into it. But you might give him a break too."

"That what you mean by not getting into it?"

"You caught me on that one. Hehe. But I know you.
You're not big on snap decisions. You're real
deliberate. If you told him you love him, you were
thinking about doing it for a long time before you
did it. Now it's only been two days. You're not
really thinking it was a mistake, are you?"

"No, I'm not. I'm just mad he won't talk to me!" I
pounded on the desk with my fist even though Ted
couldn't hear it.

"Look, you already know you can't go live with him.
There're gonna be a lot of times you can't have
what you want when you want it. Better get use to
it starting now."

"Ok, I guess. But I'm not happy about it!"

"Hehe. Life is tough all over. Hey, Brian told me
about his bro's wedding."

"How'd it go?"

"Just great. His bro fucked him while they were
getting dressed. Wasn't even an hour before the
wedding. Said he just wanted him to believe it when
he told him nothing was gonna change between them."

"You gonna fuck me an hour before your wedding?"

"Did I say I was getting married?"

"I mean when you do."

"If I marry the right girl, we could do a threesome
on the wedding night. Sport, nothing's ever gonna
change between us either. You know that, right?"

"I know that."

And I never doubted it either. But my grouchy mood
continued through the night and wasn't improved by
my getting soaked on the way to Steve's. The storms
had stopped, but intermittent heavy showers
continued. I was half way into town when one hit,
drenching me. I thought instantly that it wouldn't
be happening to me if I was in the Explorer instead
of on my bicycle. "This is all Phil's fault!" I
thought. "If he was here, I wouldn't be getting
wet." But no sooner did I think it than I realized
how unreasonable it was. No matter what, he would
be working and I would still be too young to get a
license. So I added the government to my list of
things to bitch and moan about.

"You look like a drowned cat," Steve told me
through the open door as I stood on his porch. "Why
didn't you just come in?"

"I didn't want to mess up your kitchen. Even my
sneakers are full of water." I moved my foot around
in one of them to produce a squishing sound.

"Ugh, sounds uncomfortable. Well, take those wet
things off and come inside. I'll throw your clothes
in the dryer but the sneakers will have to dry on
their own. It would ruin them to run them through
the dryer."

"I know," I said as I stepped out of my shoes and
literally peeled off my clothes.

Still holding the door open, Steve took my T and
then my shorts. The shoes I turned upside down on a
lawn chair well under the roof of the porch. I
stepped through the doorway past Steve, who closed
the door behind me.

"I've got some dry towels in the laundry room," he
told me as he took my wet clothes with him. I
followed him, taking the towel he handed me.

"It's still warm," I told him, rubbing the fresh
towel against my hair and then working down my
chest and belly with it.

"Just took them out of the dryer. Listen, I'm going
to put your things in with this load I just
started." So saying, he opened the washer lid and
dropped in my T and shorts.

"Drying would have been enough. They were clean
when I left the house."

"Yeah, but this way they'll be fresh when you put
them on to go home."

Steve took the towel from me and dried my back and
butt vigorously.

"I'll get you some shorts. Want a shirt too?"

"No thanks. Your shirts just hang off me. Make me
look like a little kid in his dad's clothes. I
don't really have to dirty up a pair of shorts
either. I'm comfortable this way."

"No problem. What's one more pair of shorts in a
washer load."

I followed him into the spare bedroom where he
handed me a folded pair of shorts from the bed. It
looked as if the contents of all the drawers were
neatly arranged on the bed.

"You just quit bothering with the drawers?"

"It was such a pain to dig through those drawers
that I started laying things out here. Now it's
been so long that everything's on the bed."

When I had pulled on the shorts, he said, "Come
look at the carpet. They did a great job even if
they did make me wait."

They had done a good job. The carpet was smooth and
even, and they hadn't even dinged up the baseboard
molding laying it. The room looked bigger than it
had before carpet was laid.

We moved the furniture back from the other bedroom,
leaving the bed until last since it would fill the
middle of the floor. Once the drawers were back in
the chest and dresser, I began to put away Steve's
clothes. I knew where he kept some things and he
told me where to put the others. Last of all we set
up the bed and made it.

"I can't believe this room is finally finished,"
Steve told me. "I hate to mess it up right away by
moving the furniture from the other bedroom in
here."

"How about piling it in the living room?"

The living room was very large, running the width
of the house across the front and being nearly as
big as both bedrooms, the bathrooms in between, and
the kitchen combined. Steve was actually only using
about a third of the space for his living room
furniture. The bedroom furniture could easily be
stacked against one of the end walls and be
completely out of the way.

"That's what I should have done with my bedroom
furniture. I just thought I'd be working on this
room a lot sooner than this."

"It always takes longer than you think it will. We
sure learned that building our house."

So that was what we did. When we were finished, the
spare bedroom was empty and the living room was not
crowded at all.

"Ready for some lunch now?" Steve asked. "It's a
little early, but I've worked up an appetite
already."

"Me too. I can eat."

I made the ice tea while Steve dished out the
chicken salad he had ready in the refrigerator. He
opened a bag of tortilla chips and we were ready to
eat. Through lunch we talked about my vacation. I
decided there was no reason not to tell him about
the nude beach because I didn't think he'd tell my
dad. I didn't mention the party or anything having
to do with sex.

"I noticed your tan line was about gone," he said
after I mentioned the beach.

"Yeah it is almost. But I'll have one again after a
couple weeks of mowing. I'll get twice as dark as
this by the time the summer's over. You ever been
to a nude beach?"

"Actually, I have, quite a few times. Once I
realized how comfortable I was without a wet
bathing suit clinging to me and dripping down my
legs, I wondered why I had ever worn one at all."

"I felt that way too. But I was real nervous at
first."

"Afraid you'd get a hardon and everybody'd be
staring at you?'

"Yeah, I was," I said with a sheepish grin.

"But it didn't happen, right?"

"Right, didn't happen."

"I was afraid of that too. But the friend who
talked me into going said it wouldn't. I only half
believed him," he said with a laugh. "He also said
if it does happen, most people don't pay any
attention. When I finally did see a guy with a
hardon, he was acting like it was the most natural
thing in the world. Which it is, of course. And
hardly anybody paid any attention to it. You
finished?"

"Yeah, sure am," I said as I picked up the glass to
finish the last swig of ice tea. My dick started to
get hard in anticipation of what was coming next.

"I've got a surprise," he told me as he carried the
plates to the sink.

"What?" I asked as I followed him with the glasses.
My hardon had progressed to the point that it was
beginning to tent the shorts, but I was so
accustomed to being hard in front of Steve that I
didn't even give it a thought.

"I'll show you in a minute." He walked into the
laundry room and moved the clothes from the washer
to the dryer. "Grab some of the towels there and
fix up our massage table."

I laid two towels on the living room floor and was
just pulling off my shorts when Steve came back
into the room. He had shed his own shorts in his
bedroom. He wasn't hard, but I was. He didn't seem
to notice.

"Look, massage oil. I saw it advertised and thought
we ought to try it. What do you think?"

"Sounds great to me. Maybe we better cover up more
floor though."

"I thought so too."

I went to the laundry room and brought back the
rest of the towels. We covered an area more than
twice as big as the one I had made.

"That should do it," Steve said. "Stretch out."

I dropped to my knees on the towels and stretched
out on my belly. My dick was already hard and
pointing upwards so there was no danger it would be
bent the wrong way later. I felt Steve step over me
and settle onto my butt. In my mind's eye I saw and
could imagine feeling his balls lying on the small
of my back and the head of his dick touching me to
the left of my spine.

"I'm going to leave the bottle open and put it over
here. Be careful not to knock it over if you move."

I raised my head and looked to see where the bottle
was. It was about at the end of Steve's reach,
which made it unlikely that I would hit it. "'K," I
said.

Steve began the massage by digging his fingers
firmly into my shoulder muscles. As usual, it hurt
so much I thought I would scream. But also as
usual, I adjusted very quickly. The massage oil
made his fingers move more easily over my skin,
something I enjoyed even more when the deep massage
gave way to firm rubbing. I got drowsy and lost my
hardon as he worked on my upper back, but when I
felt him slide his butt down onto my thighs and
move his hands onto the top part of my butt, I woke
up completely and got hard again. When he spread my
legs and got between them, running his hands up the
insides of my thighs and across my butt, my dick
began to throb. I knew I was making a wet spot on
the towels beneath me.

I turned over onto my back when he told me to do
it, being careful to stay in the same place on the
towels. My dick was sticking straight up my belly
just as it usually was during our massages, and
when Steve settled over my hips, it disappeared
under his balls and perineum. I loved the pressure
of his perineum on the shaft of my dick and the
gentler pressure of his balls on the head. He
wasn't hard.

When he finished the deep massage and moved to
rubbing, the oil made his touch seem more erotic
than it ever had before. My nipples were
particularly sensitive to the silky feel of his
oily fingers which made my dick throb. He never
mentioned feeling the throbbing, but I always
thought he had to since my dick was pressed so
firmly against his perineum and balls. As he moved
downward onto my thighs, the head of his dick
dragged through the pubic hair beside my dick and
across my right ball. Then he moved, had me spread
my legs, and got between them to massage my lower
belly and legs. As usual, his hand bumped into my
dick occasionally and grazed my balls, but he
didn't touch them directly. When he was finished
with my feet, he told me it was time to swap.

"How do you like the massage oil?" he asked me as
we were exchanging places.

"It feels really good," I told him as I watched him
reach beneath himself and arrange his dick and
balls in a comfortable position for when he got
hard. "Makes your hands feel silky on my skin."

"I've been looking forward to this ever since it
came," he said as I settled on his butt.

I followed the same pattern he had used on me,
giving each part of his body a vigorous massage and
then spending about twice as much time simply
rubbing the same area. His hairless skin felt even
more smooth with the light layer of oil I was
spreading over it. My thighs and butt, both slick
with oil, slid against the skin of his sides and
butt as I worked on his shoulders and upper back.
My balls, which weren't oily, were dragged back and
forth through a small space as worked, giving me
chills.

When I moved to kneel between his legs, I took
advantage of the position. Afer I had finished the
deep massage and had reached the rubbing stage, I
let my thumbs travel across the back of his balls
every second or third  time they passed them. I
also rubbed his perineum before I moved on down his
legs.

I thought he had gotten hard from the way he
wiggled around while I was rubbing his butt. When I
had him turn over, I saw that it was true. I
straddled him, taking hold of his dick and standing
it up so I could position my self at its base, my
balls resting on his. My hand was oily from the
massage oil. When I was settled, I let his dick
slide through my fist as I was releasing it. Its
natural downward bend pressed it firmly against my
lower belly beside my own dick, which was standing
up my belly as well. The head of his dick had
nearly disappeared in my pubic hair, which was
shiny from the massage oil. When I began to massage
his shoulders, I realized the oil on his sides from
my rubbing of his back and the oil remaining on the
insides of my thighs was making it difficult to
keep from sliding back and forth as I rubbed. This
caused the head of his dick to rub up and down in
my pubic hair. I began to feel the wetness of his
precum as it built up in the hair. I had wiped my
own dick dry before I had him turn over, but now my
precum was running down the shaft of my dick as
well. As I moved down his thighs, the head of his
dick traveled down my lower belly through my pubic
hair and finally across my right ball before it
sprang outward between his legs. As I moved between
his legs to continue, I saw the first drop of
silvery precum form and drop off, trailing a
glistening filament behind it.

As I rubbed the insides of his thighs, I was less
careful about avoiding his balls than he had been
with mine. At first I grazed them occasionally, but
finally I rubbed my thumbs over them, spreading a
light coating of oil over the hairless skin before
I moved downward to finish the massage with his
calves and feet. The whole while I was working on
the bottom half of his legs, I watched the drops of
precum form and then fall from the end of his dick.

"Ok, all finished," I told him as I removed my
hands from his right foot. I sat back on my heels
and flipped the cap closed on the massage oil. I
supposed we would both have to shower to get the
oil off and was waiting to see how we would do that

"I'm sorry to hear that. I wish we were at the
beginning instead of the end." Rather than sit up,
he put his hands behind his head to raise it
slightly so he could look at me.

"We don't have to quit. It's raining. I won't be
mowing any yards today. I can spend all afternoon
doing this."

"You serious?"

"Sure am. Roll over and I'll start on your back
again." I reached for the massage oil and flipped
open the cap.

"I can't think of a better way to spend the
afternoon either. But it's your turn. Swap with
me." He sat up as he spoke.

Within a minute I was lying on my belly and Steve
was sitting on my butt. But now we were both slick
with oil. I felt his legs slide along my sides and
his butt move as he settled onto mine. I didn't
have to imagine where his dick head was because I
felt the wet tip as soon as it touched me. He began
with rubbing, skipping the deep massage. He was
using long slow strokes, which caused his butt,
balls, dick, and the inside of his thighs to slide
back and forth along my skin. My dick began to
throb immediately and to pump out a drop of precum
with each palpitation. I was in no danger of
becoming drowsy this time.

He rubbed my shoulders and upper back for quite a
long time before he began to inch his butt
downwards over mine. I could feel the head of his
dick moving over skin it hadn't touched before and
I imagined I could feel his balls being dragged
along as well. He continued to move slowly
downward. When he was about a third of the way down
my butt, his dick head suddenly moved to my crack.
After that it slid up and down my tightly closed
crack as he leaned forward and straightened up to
make long strokes from my neck to my waist. I
imagined there was a continuous bead of cum the
length of my crack when he finally moved off of me
and told me to spread my legs.

After he settled between my legs, he grasped the
cheeks of my butt and began to knead them. He had
never done it in quite that way before, which
seemed very erotic to me. As he worked on the area
from my knees to my waist, he was much less careful
than he had usually been about touching my balls
and even my asshole. His fingers slid over asshole
for just a second each time they traveled up my
crack, but he rubbed my perineum for a minutes or
so several times and did the same to the back of my
balls. All of this caused my dick to continue to
throb.

When I turned over, my dick was so hard it was
standing away from my belly. I could see it jerking
up and down a short ways in time with the beat of
my heart. Then Steve settled on me, trapping my
dick shaft flat against my belly with his perineum
as his balls settled around the head. But this time
his perineum and balls were slick with the oil I
had rubbed into them. I could barely suppress a
moan.

Steve spent just as long on the front of my
shoulders and my upper chest as he had on the back.
The effort he was expending to rub me caused his
crotch to slide back and forth. I could feel his
thighs sliding against my sides and his perineum
sliding on my dick. Only the head of my dick
remained relatively unstimulated as it nestled
under his balls. I was becoming more and more
excited.

But when he began to rub my nipples as part of the
overall rubbing of my chest, I thought I could cum
at any time. I abandoned myself to the feelings,
but with the head of my dick receiving very little
stimulation, I never progressed beyond the point of
no return.

I was almost glad when he began to move his body
lower on mine. I felt his dick leave its wet trail
across my belly, through my pubic hair, and over my
right ball, which was pulled tight against me
because of my high degree of excitement.

When Steve positioned himself between my legs, he
noticed the amount of precum, both his and mine,
which was pooled on my belly and spread through my
pubic hair. He took the small towel and began to
wipe it up, taking hold of my dick in the process,
first to move it out of the way and afterward to
dry it too. The sensation of his holding it gently
in his oily hand was again almost more than I could
stand. It was just luck that I didn't cum from his
manipulation.

After he had wiped up the precum, he continued with
the rubbing he had been doing. He was still careful
not to touch my dick, but he incorporated rubbing
my balls into the overall pattern he was following.
They were very tight against me at this point. He
simply rubbed them with his thumbs just as if they
were a part of my leg or my perineum. The
stimulation caused more and more precum to flow
from my dick. Again it was almost a relief when he
moved further down my legs.

We swapped again. I gave him a long slow backrub. I
gave his butt only a perfunctory rubbing before I
moved between his legs. Then I made up for the
short time I had spent on his butt before by
spending a good half hour rubbing the inside of his
thighs, his perineum, the back of his balls, and
his butt before I moved down his legs.

When he turned over, his dick was pointing downward
over his left ball and precum began to drip from it
immediately. I took hold of it, lifting it out of
the way as I settled over his crotch. I took the
opportunity to twist my oily hand around his dick
before I released it to nestle head first in my
pubic hair. I could feel his precum running in my
pubic hair beside my dick as I rubbed his shoulders
and chest. His nipples had become tiny hard points
on his chest.

As I moved my butt down onto his legs, the head of
his dick traveled downward too, grazing my right
ball before it ended up suspended in space pointing
toward me and dripping long streamers of precum
between his legs to the towels beneath him. I
positioned myself between his legs and began
rubbing his belly and thighs. At first I avoided
his balls as I moved my hands up the inside of his
thighs, but after a few passes I began to include
his balls into my overall pattern of rubbing. They
had tightened up against the base of his dick even
though they were still much looser than mine, so my
thumbs began to graze his dick as well.

The next time I rubbed his balls with my thumbs, I
brought both thumbs around the sides of his dick
and continued upward through his pubic hair. When I
moved them down again, I slid them up the front of
his dick about half way to the head. I repeated it
several times after that before I decided if I
didn't move on, I would grab his dick and start to
jerk him off.

I gave his lower legs the same care I had his
crotch area before I told him I was finished.

"I'm too relaxed to move," he told me.

However much the rest of him was relaxed, I could
see that his dick was, like mine, as hard as it
could get. Not only was the precum now dripping
along a continuous filament from his dick to the
towels, but his dick was bouncing slightly in time
with the beating of his heart.

"Don't have to if you don't want to," I said as I
sat back on my heels. I didn't bother closing the
top on the massage oil bottle because I thought
there was a good chance we weren't finished. Also,
I had become so excited I was getting reckless. I
knew I should suggest we call it a day there, but I
couldn't bring myself to do it.

"No, I have to move," he said as he rolled onto his
side in preparation for rising to his knees. "It's
your turn again. That is, unless you want to quit."
He looked at me sideways, the same way he did when
he flashed that smile you could feel in your balls.
But there was no smile, just a questioning look.

My mind was telling me, "Say you have to leave,"
even as I said, "No, I'm not ready to quit."

The look became the smile. I settled onto the
towels, noticing immediately how damp the area
around my crotch was from our combined precum. I
was going to say we should add another towel to our
makeshift massage mat, but I decided I would just
soak it through in a short time anyhow.

Steve settled onto my butt and began rubbing my
shoulders. I could feel the wet end of his dick
moving around as he rubbed.  His hands were moving
very slowly, more slowly that they had before. He
spent a long time on my back before he moved
downward, almost skipping my butt as I had done
with his until he settled again between my legs.
Then he gave it plenty of attention. From the
beginning my perineum and balls were included in
the pattern he was following. And the slow pace he
was keeping made his touch seem even more erotic,
something I would have thought wasn't possible.

He finished with my lower legs, had me turn over,
and settled onto my dick, he said, "Give me one of
your hands."

Puzzled, I lifted my hand. He took it in both of
his and began to rub each finger. He spent a lot of
time massaging my hand and then continued up my arm
all the way to my shoulder. When he let go of my
arm, my hand settled naturally onto the top of his
thigh. He started on my other hand, giving it the
same degree of attention. That hand also settled
onto his thigh. They remained there while he rubbed
my shoulders and chest down to just below my waist.
His actions caused the slow and gentle rubbing of
my dick along his perineum. Again, the head was
nestled against his balls and was receiving very
little direct stimulation.

When he moved to between my legs, I felt him slide
his fingers through my pubic hair where the head of
his dick had been before. I thought he would dry me
again, but instead he said, "Don't think the
towel'll do much good. It's as wet as you are.
Besides, the way we're dripping you wouldn't stay
dry long even if we could get you dry now."

"That's ok," I told him. "Doesn't bother me."

"I'll just leave it then," he replied as he began
rubbing my lower belly.

Again he included my balls into the overall pattern
of his rubbing, but from the beginning he included
the bottom half of my dick as well. It kept me
right at the threshold of cumming without ever
giving me enough stimulation to send me over the
edge. I felt that I was being tortured in the most
exquisite way. I was beginning to ache from it, so
I was glad when he moved to my calves. I was also
practically in a daze from the prolonged
excitement.

When we swapped again, I gave him a long back rub
and an equally long rub around his butt and between
his legs. I had stopped paying attention to the
passing of time. I was completely absorbed in what
I was doing and the way my body felt.

I had him turn over and sat across him again. I
massaged his hands and arms as he had done mine,
letting his hand drop onto my thigh when I finished
with it so I could move on to the other. I felt him
grip my thigh, rubbing it slowly. He did the same
with his other hand when I finished with it. As I
began with his shoulders again, he continued to rub
my thighs slowly. I slowed my own motion to match
his. For a long time I rubbed his chest and belly.
His hands moved to my arms and rubbed them slowly
as I continued to rub his belly.

The dazed feeling became even more profound. I
became aware that I could feel his dick throbbing
against my belly. My own dick was doing the same
thing. I thought about them side by side against my
belly. The next thing I knew, I had my hands on
them pressing them together and rubbing them up and
down with my oil slick hands. I came first with a
thunderous rush of pleasure. I heard myself saying,
"Oh! Oh!" over and over again. Then I felt his dick
spasm in my hand. Suddenly there was cum
everywhere, mine and his. It was impossible to tell
whose had landed where. But there was more cum than
I could remember seeing at one time.

When my orgasm was over, I slumped, exhausted,
supporting myself on my stiff arms so I wouldn't
fall on Steve. I noticed his eyes were closed, his
head was tilted back, and his mouth was open in a
tight oval. My first thought was, "Well, you've
fucked this up good!" I was sure, somehow, that
this was the last thing Steve would want to happen.
I wondered how you apologized to someone for
accidentally jerking them off.

As soon as Steve opened his eyes, I told him, "I'm
really really sorry!"

He looked confused. "What for?"

"Well, for ... uh ... for, like, this." I gestured
at the cum with my hand. I couldn't bring myself to
say I'm sorry I jerked you off.

"Oh, I get it. Well, I'm not. I can't think of a
better way to finish a massage."

Now I was confused. "You don't mind? I mean, it was
ok? I promise I won't ever do it again. You don't
have to worry."

"That's up to you. If you don't ever want to do it
again, that's your choice to make. Just like it was
your choice all along."

"What do you mean, my choice?"

"Your choice. It was always up to you."

"I don't get it. How come it was up to me?"
Suddenly I didn't feel so bad about what had
happened. Instead I was very interested in hearing
his answer.

"Look, I want this to make sense. You're at an age
when people experiment to find out whether
something's for them or not. You seem to have a
pretty good imagination. If you don't think of
something on your own, then probably it's not
something you'll want to do. See?"

"Yeah, I got it so far. I think."

"I thought we'd gotten pretty open with each other,
pretty comfortable."

"That's true. I was real comfortable around you. I
mean I still am."

"Good, I'm glad you still are. So if you had
decided you wanted to jerk off with me or anything
like that, that was going to be fine with me too.
Because it was your decision. But I wasn't going to
put ideas into your head. They had to get there on
their own. Or not get there."

"You mean we coulda done this way back when we
started? And it woulda been ok?"

"Sure. If you were comfortable with it."

"But I thought all this time you wouldn't be
interested in that kind of stuff."

"Why not?"

"Well, you never acted anything like I was making
you, you know, hot. And you never touched me
anywhere ... uh ... private."

"I wasn't going to do anything to encourage you.
Like I just told you, anything that happened had to
be your idea. I didn't want to do anything to push
you."

And all the time I was afraid of going too far. I
didn't know what to say. "I don't know what to
say," I told him.

"Nothing you have to say. Just as long as you're
not still upset over what just happened. And as
long as you know it was your idea."

"Oh, it was my idea alright!" I said with a grin.

He gave me the smile. "Yeah, I was pretty sure
about that. But listen, just because you wanted to
do it this one time doesn't mean we ever have to do
it again. It's still your choice."

"I got it." Then after I thought for a minute, I
added, "But you get to say no, right? I mean . . ."

"Right. I get to say no. I want us to keep on being
comfortable with each other."

"That's cool. I mean, I'm still comfortable with
you."

"Good." He held out his hand to shake on it.

That's when it dawned on me I was still astride his
hips. Our dicks had shrunken to half hard and were
pushed together in a heap on his belly. They were
practically covered in the cum that had continued
to ooze out of them after our orgasms ended. And my
hand was covered with our cooling cum as well. I
held out my hand so he could see the cum on my palm
and said, "Maybe we ought to get cleaned up or
something before I shake your hand. Mine's, like,
covered with cum."

He grabbed it anyhow, shaking it. "We're both
covered in cum. But getting cleaned up is a good
idea."

We showered together. He got in with me after
asking if he could. Because of the massage oil, we
actually needed each other's help washing our
backs. And I took the opportunity to get a good
feel of his dick when it wasn't hard. But we were
both so sexually exhausted that neither of us got
hard.


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