Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2004 13:11:55 -0400
From: rondoray@webtv.net
Subject: THE OTHER ONES 5

An 'Enemy' Prisoner
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Yes, we were heading over to
see Joe the hired hand for his
companionship cause he was
a friendly old German
gentleman who was kind
hearted and well liked by
everybody who came in contact
with him.

The most important reason for
our visitation was of course
that as a man he was more
well endowed  than us and we
both had a craving for that
extra size now and then, it
wasn't painful after all, not to
us and there was the added
variety of three way action.

There are techniques that really
work on inserting your penis into
your lover's rectum easily but
half measures aren't the way to
go.

You need to have patience, skill
and know how, if you don't do
your homework on this then
your poor lover in all probablity
will have pain while all you have
is pleasure.

It might as well be out and
out rape.

I have heard of boys of steel
who never cry, never complain,
just bear it all silently and
barring telepathy their lover
who would never hurt them
knowingly goes on with the
lovemaking, then the
excruciating pain passes and
the thrills begin and all is
forgotten for the moment,
maybe just a passing thought
like 'No pain, no gain'.

Truly this is love and could
last for a life time, such
needless suffering but what
devoted dedication.

If they stay together that long
then his lover could read of it
in his diary, if not, then no
regrets.

Me and Martin ain't that tough
though and Daddy included all
the techniques we need to
know to cheat pain in our first
time encounter with him.

Joe only has a seven and a
half inch cock but that still tops
us pee-wees two to one.

Joe says we are the first boys
he has ever had sex with in his
life, before this he was hetero
straight.

He was awful hard to seduce
but we did it and now he's our
big buddy in our secret lives.

On the way over we passed
him in the rose garden doing
some pruning and he said, "It's
open, just let yourselves in and
I'll be right along."

This we did and once down the
stairs we both sat down on this
mahogany and oak stool that
Martin had made for Joe to have
in the celler.

It was more of a coffee table
than any other thing, very sturdy,
square, three feet by three, the
top four inches thick, the legs
four inches wide also and
closely fitted and tightly glued
into the top which was cushioned,
crafted by Martin with love and
even though it looked like a
piece of occasional furniture it
was made FOR love.

As we lightly kissed, barely
touching our lips I said "I like
Joe" and Martin said "He's so
gentle" then embracing, also
lightly, we smooched cheek to
cheek.

We didn't have to wait long,
Joe had just come in and
closed the two barn style doors
that were level with the ground
outside sliding the barrel bolt
into place and now we were
alone in the vegetable cellar,
just the three of us or so it
seemed at the time, the
sunlight was gone once Joe
closed the open door but we still
had good light from the two
electric lamps that were down in
the cellar already.

We stood up when he got to
the bottom of the stairs to show
respect and he said "Hi Lieber
Knaben" and we said "Hi Uncle
Joe" "Ach, I'm not your uncle,
I'm not even Russian, but I am
your friend I hope" by now he
had sat down and we
immediately plumped our
bottoms down on one of his
thighs apiece, me on the right
and Martin on the left.

We immediately hugged and
kissed  each other than Joe said,
"Teletubbies always love each
other >> I'm Twinky Winkie" and
I said

"I'm Dipsy" then Martin said

"I'm La-la" and Joe said again,

"Where's Po"?

"I don't know"

"Maybe he'll show," so I said,

"Well, we'll have to start without
him, the Beatles had to do it
With three guys after a while so
what the hey."

Then we went into an act you'll
never see on the telletubbies
show, even if you look at their
telly screen tummies.

After we all got naked but for
our scuba diver's wrist watches
I got up on Martin's sturdy table
on all fours.

Martin stood in front of me with
his cock floating in front of my
lips, my mouth was watering
for it.

I blew warm air over the head
of his cock while Joe greased
up my butt, then after he
stretched me out with his
fingers a little bit he said "I'm
gonna try" then coating his dick
with grease he put the tip in
and I relaxed my butt muscles
in anticipation.

He proceeded very slowly not
forcing it at all, he was horny
as hell but he never wanted to
hurt me and he knew how to
make the insertion that way.

Then he was all the way in
and I sighed with pleasure, I
felt so warm, so full of love.

At the same time I collected
Martin's pecker in my mouth,
it was to me like food to a
starving man and I ran my
mouth back and forth on it
hungrily.

Joe stroked along so gentle and
caring that my heart melted at
the loving manner in which he
was rubbing me the right way,
he was so smoooooooth.

This made my technique for my
sibling so skilled that Martin just
got devastated with passion as
he gently palmed my temples,
"Oh Bro' it can't get better than
this, this is the top" he groaned
and I was totally happy, I was
satisfying two great guys to the
ultimate max, it just COULDN'T
get any better indeed.

Then we all cummed so big
time that we all had to rest just
as we were for a minute or two,
and in the resulting quiet I
heard kind of a rustling sound
behind the chest by the wall
which held my mothers
outstanding examples of home
canning in glass mason jars,
('Rats'?) I thought.

I decided to kick in my mind's
eye viewing, my special gift,
it really worked under the right
conditions and if there was a
rat down there I would see
through the rat's vision,
otherwise I would see through
eyes of whatever critter was in
there.

Without a pair of eyes it
wouldn't work.

Joe had pulled out and was
sitting, he was supposed to
service Martin next and he did
but let's not get ahead of things,
the unexpected happened first
so let's cover that.

What I saw was through the
eyes of a kid my age standing
up and having a very fevered
wank, he had his clothes on
and only had his fly open but
he was moving his hand so
savagely he had to be hurting
himself but he didn't seem to
care, well, the act we three had
just completed would inspire a
lot of audiences but who was
our uninvited guest.

Like I said he was fully dressed
and he had on a dark green
shirt, gray corduroy long pants
and a tattered and ready for
the rag bag pair of Nike sneaks.

Rodney!!

I stopped licking dew drops
from Martin's pecker and said
to the owner of said prick
"Prepare to capture an intruder"
and to Joe, "You're deputized"
and he whispered "Jawohl",
it was time for a talk and we
were going to have it whether
Rodney wanted to have it or
not.

Not moving at all I said sternly
"Rodney, Come Out Of There"
and approach us he did.

"How'd you know it was me" he
sulked and I said,

"Security spycam, you can't see
it but it sure can see you" I told
the fiction, what the hell, my
power amounts to that if I'm
anywhere around.

"I'm gonna tell, I'm gonna tell on
you guys, wait and see" but in
spite of what he was saying he
wasn't trying to make a break
for it, something I'd been half
suspecting, he just stood there
as his head hung low, looking
at the floor.

"Kneel on the table Rodney" I
said and put him in front of the
persian pattern cushion on
Martin's table.

He went willingly, even
removing his clothes without
being asked.