Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 17:54:32 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 11 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                           The Power - Part 11
                         By GetRealGuy@aol.com


I had my first piece of ass.  It was hard for me to believe that I actually
followed through with that stupid promise I made to Bob.  He was proud of me and
I was even prouder of myself.  Now I really felt like Bob's twin.  In his eyes, I
was now his equal.  He wasted no time spreading the word that I was now a
cock-hound, like him and Jim, and related that both of them had witnessed the
baptism.  After getting the word, the dudes at school were envious because I was
no longer a virgin and a good percentage of them were.  Without question, the
expression cock-hound, referred to sex with females.  The male-to-male sex that
took place on that occasion will never be revealed by any of us, that's for sure.
The popularity of all of us zoomed and that was super with us guys.  Mary, The
Raggedy Ann, didn't need the publicity.  She held the distinction of being known
as the girl most likely to put out; we could verify that.  It wasn't long before
Bob and Jim, along with me, were rumored to have the biggest and most active
penises in school.

Now that the three of us were known as cock-hounds, it would be absurd for anyone
to suggest that any one of us was gay.  To those who believed the gossip, we were
three studs with an insatiable appetite for pussy.  Nothing could be further from
the truth!  Jim let on that he had much sex with girls but Bob and I thought that
he might still be cherry.  As for Bob and me, the new image that we had produced
formed a cloak under which Bob became more sexually aggressive toward me.  Every
morning he felt a need for sex.  It was Bob's idea to set my Timex watch alarm to
wake us at 5:30 A.M. so we could indulge before Mom bulldozed the door to get us
up for school.  That way, I could sleep in Bob's bed with him holding me and
hugging me all night and, after sex, be in my own bed in the morning; just in
case Mom looked in at six.

There is no better way to start a new day "off" then by getting "off".
Typically, our school day mornings began with a quickie.  That Monday morning was
no different in that respect but it was the start of the week after I lost my
virginity; as it relates to heterosexual encounters.  Up until the school lunch
break, things seemed to be as usual but after that, there was a noticeable
difference.  In the hallway, while changing classes, guys that I didn't even
know, were smiling and nodding as they passed.  Bob had spread the word, all
right... but good.

That day, after school when I went to get my bike, some dude was sitting on the
pavement where the bike racks were mounted.  He was in my way so I had to wait
until he finished with what he was doing before I could get to my bicycle.

"FFFuck!  Oh fuck!"  He yelled in a fit of anger.  "Those fuckin' asshole cock
suckers!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit... Man!"

The back of his neck was red with rage.  His facial color was almost normal and
he was under control when he turned and looked up at me.  Then, I recognized him.
It was Ted, the Teddy Bear, one of the kids that was at Jim's party.

"Look at this," he said maintaining his cool as he held a chain in his hand.  The
chain was fastened to the rack with a padlock.  "This is not my chain or pad lock
but it's sure as hell fastened to the wheel of my bike.  He went into a slight
rage again, "Those fuckin' assholes."

Teddy was a cute little guy with a baby face; new in town, a freshman, which made
him a few years younger than us.  His profanity and hot temper didn't seem to fit
what I imagined he would be like.

"Who did this?"  I asked, expressing concern for his unfortunate predicament?"

Actually, I could have answered the question myself.  I knew very little about
him but I heard that he preferred to hang with older guys.  Unfortunately, most
of the upper-class dudes don't like playing big brother to anyone.  It was
probably one of them.

"Who do you think did this?"  I asked again, after not getting an answer the
first time.

"Ah, it doesn't matter."  He answered, brushing my question aside.  He stood up
as if he was getting ready for action of some kind.  "I just have to figure out
how to get the fuckin' thing off."

I stooped to look at the lock.  "My friend, you are in luck," I beamed, "It's one
of those cheap, cheapie locks.  All it takes is a hard blow and, abracadabra,
it's open."

"Hold on dude!  I'll go to the shop and get a hammer," he said excitedly and
sprinted toward the school building.

"Hey guy," I yelled after him, "bring back a metal punch or chisel, or something
like that."

"Got yah!"  He turned and continued on his way.

Bob showed up while I was waiting for Ted to return.  "Man!"  I said, sounding a
little pissed.  "You sure spread the word around."

"So ... what's up besides your popularity and that gigantic thing between your
legs... or is it just hanging right now?...about down to your knees."

"Just hanging," I said.  "Be serious, someone is bullying Ted, the Teddy Bear.";
that was the name we put on him but I doubt if he knew it.  "Look what some
ass-hole did."  I pointed to the chain and lock.  "That's not his lock."

Bob looked down, "No prob'... That's an easy one."

"Yeah, that's what your twin said," it was Ted's voice.  He came up behind us.
"Hi!  I'm Ted."  He had a hammer in one hand and a metal bar in the other so he
couldn't shake hands; he nodded instead.  "Even up close like this, I have a
problem telling your two apart.  I remember both of you from a party at Jim's
house, about a month ago.  Man, that was a flop."

"Sure was," Bob said casually, not wanting to elaborate, instead he tilted his
head in my direction.  "The dingbat there is Bill and I'm Bob."

"Glad to meet!"  Ted replied.  "But don't call HIM a dingbat.  I was the one that
was scratching my head trying to figure out how to get the damn lock off.  He's
the brain that sent me for this bar and hammer."  He held them out.  "Will they
do?"

"Sure to do the job."  Bob took the tools.  "But, hey!  Don't beat me up!  We kid
around all the time.  I know he isn't dumb, he just don't have as much smarts as
me."

Ted grinned from ear to ear and then pretended to be serious.  "I'll let it go
this time, but don't let it happen again."

Still smiling at Ted's comeback, Bob glanced at me.  "You're right, he is a Teddy
bear."  Ted was quick to respond.  "Oh yeah!  I heard about my pet name too."
His attention switched to Bob.

Bob stooped to position the bar in a precise spot on the lock.  "Clark Kent
stepped out of the phone booth as Bob!  The man; a super-being armed with enough
destructive force to bring any villainous lock to justice."

Ted let out a little chuckle as he stepped back near me to watch.

"Justice for this lock is DEATH!  Die lock!"  Bob gave the lock its first blow.
"Die!  Die!  Die!"  He shouted with each blow.

Finally, the lock gave up and toppled to the ground.

"Yahoo!"  Ted shouted.  Because he was just a little guy, he actually had to jump
to give me a high-five.

Bob smiled in approval at his own accomplishment and handed the hammer and metal
bar to Ted.

"Hold on guys!  I owe you something.  Now don't go away.  I'll return this stuff
to the shop and I'll be back in a flash!"  He ran toward the building with the
tools.

"Cute guy!  Glad that you could help him out," Bob said while he fiddled with the
combination lock on his bike."

I was suspicious of why he was giving me all of the credit; what was he up to?

"I'll head home and leave you guys to get better acquainted.  He's got a cute
ass."  He looked at me with a devilish smile.  "You think so too.  I can almost
see that thing moving around in your pants when you look at him.  Why don't you
see if you can take Teddy bear to bed with you?"

Now I knew what he was up to.  He set me up with Mary Ann, female, and now Ted,
male.  He's trying to make me into a true bisexual.  I decided to pretend not to
go along with his game and give him a hard time.  "Teddy bear?  If you mean a
stuffed animal, I haven't slept with one since I was about three and that was in
a crib."

"Yeah, I know that.  It's about time that you 'get with it' with a real cute,
hot, live number...like Ted, the Teddy Bear!"

"Did I hear my name?"  Ted said as he approached us from behind.  He seemed to be
making a habit of sneaking up on us.

Bob was surprised to hear Ted's voice, hoping that Ted didn't hear too much, he
managed to play it cool.  "I was telling Bro that I was about to split for home."
He started to mount his bike to avoid his involvement in further conversation and
leave me alone with Ted.

Seeing that he was leaving, Teddy blurted out, "Hold it Boobie!"  Actually, he
started to say Boobie Big Bulge but cut it short.

Bob turned and glared at Ted in surprise.  "Oh, you know my given name?"  Bob was
thinking, and I was too, that Jim had obviously briefed Ted in maybe more than
just our gang names.

"Yeah, I get around."  He turned to me, "And I've heard about the Wanker here.
Willy, Whopper Wanker, right?"  He changed the subject quickly, "But never mind
that... It's a hot day, how would you studs like to take a swim in my private
pool?"

Bob's ears perked up.  "You have a pool?"

"Yeah!  A cesspool, that's what my mom calls it.  She's convinced that water has
to stink like chlorine in order to be fit to swim in."

"And where is this mirage of yours," Bob remarked with a slight bit of sarcasm.

"In that patch of woods on our land.  Hidden, no bathing suits required."

"Skinny dipping!"  Bob said, excitedly, thrilled at the aspect, "Let's go!"

"I'm for it!"  I said.

As I backed my bike out of the rack, I saw Ted stoop down and pick up the broken
lock.  "What are you going to do with it," I asked.

"Oh, I just might return it to its owner."

I wanted to know more but he deliberately prevented me from delving into his
intentions by jumping on his bike and taking off.  I saddled my bike and
followed, finally catching up to them.  The three of us raced through the park
and past our house.  Finally, we let Teddy take the lead to show us where to go.
He led us down "Apple Lane Road" where he raced ahead at top speed.  He knew
where every rut in the road was so all we had to do was to follow his tracks.
When we got to the front porch of Ted's house, we skidded to a halt and straddled
our bikes.

Ted yelled for his mom then turned to us.  "I'll let her know that I'm home.  You
can leave your bikes here in the front yard.  We have a field to cross and it's
not easy on a bicycle."

His mother appeared at the door.  She was a tall woman; Ted obviously didn't
inherit her height.  She opened the screen door to get a better look.  "You two
must be the Allen twins.  I know your mother from Bridge on Thursday nights," she
said cheerfully.  Then she smiled broadly and continued as if she just noticed
us, "Lands sakes!  You two sure do look alike.  Why, it's almost like seeing in
double."

Seemingly, a little annoyed at her chatter, Ted interrupted her.  "Mom, we are
going down to take a swim."

"Better watch out for snakes," she said in a warning tone.  Then she smiled in
approval, "Do you Boys want to take a snack or sip-on along with you?  How about
some soda-pop?"

"Yeah, that will be great," Teddy replied.  His mother opened the screen door
further to allow him to enter.  "I'll get some towels too and catch up with you.
You guys just go ahead and start walking across that field over there."  He
pointed toward the back of the house where we could see the field fenced by an
almost step-over fence.

Bob and I looked at each other; we had the same thought.  The fence was low
enough to jump, so we started out in a run.  Bob cleared it first with me close
behind.

We started walking across the field and almost got to the other side when we
heard Ted, breathing hard in a run, coming up behind us.

"Got a six-pack and some towels.  Sorry that it isn't beer but that is how it
goes.  Here, take them."

He handed the six-pack and the towels to Bob and ran well ahead of us.  When he
reached the edge of the field, he sat on a large rock and removed his shoes.
Wondering what he was up to, we stopped cold to watch him clutch at the buttons
to remove his shirt.

"Come on guys!  Dis is de place."

Bob and I looked at each other in disbelief.  Looking straight ahead, I saw
nothing resembling a place to swim.  Then I heard it, the trickle of running,
splashing water.  We approached in a run and there, hidden behind the clump of
bushes was a bank that sloped into a shaded pool of water.  It was beautiful.
Down closer to the water, there was a flat sandy area where the sun peaked
through some large trees.  I took the towels and spread them out.

Ted stood above us, now completely naked, and watched our every move as we took
off our clothes.  One thing for sure, unlike some of the guys in the gym class,
he wasn't shy about showing what he had.  He was build as I expected, a nice
smooth body with a hint of muscle development.  His body was perfectly
proportioned for the decent sized dong that he was making sure that we noticed.
I wondered what his reaction would be when he saw how much bigger ours were and
what would be his reaction when he saw that we were uncircumcised, since
obviously he was cut.  As he looked on, he unconsciously fondled himself.  He had
a little way to go as far as length goes, but it was surprisingly thick.  Another
thing that caught my eye was he had just as much, if not more, pubic hair as us.
Or maybe, it just looked that way because his hair was much darker than ours.
One thing for sure, despite his youth, he knew that his cock was for more than
just pissing; that was obvious in the way that he pulled and tugged at it.  The
action was pretty close to slow masturbation.

Bob stood up first.  I had my back turned while I was putting our clothes into a
somewhat organized pile.

"Turn around Bill," It was Ted's voice, "I want to see."

Surprised with how forward Ted was, I turned around to face him slowly.  Bob was
already facing him and was tugging at his flaccid member to make it look larger
in its relaxed state.

"Geezz, you dudes are hung," Ted said excitedly, "And look!  Your dicks look just
alike.  I heard that was true about twins.  Now I know it is true."

Bob sounded off, "No!  Not true.  Mine is bigger."  It was obvious that he was
just having a little fun when he stretched it out a little more to make it look
longer.

Bob's remark sounded familiar.  I was reminded of some fun we had in similar
situations.  I decided to play along.  "No!  Mine is much bigger!"

Bob remembered too.  Pretending to be insulted, he emphatically stated, "But mine
is thicker!"

Sounding as serious as I could, I added, "But mine gets harder!"

After a few more rounds, we both cracked up.  It was childish but we couldn't
stop laughing.  Recalling fun times, we were reenacting the antics of our old
jerk off club.  That is what set us off.  Even though Ted looked at us like we
were crazy, we couldn't tell him what was so funny.

"Come on guys, let me in on it," he pleaded.

I nodded at Bob to let him know that it was OK with me if he told him.  He
started his story.

"When we were about thirteen or fourteen, we had a jerk off club.  You may, or
may not know, that Jim was trying to start one.  That's what that flop of a party
was all about.  It didn't go that way because the guys that he invited were old
enough where they had outgrown circle-jerks.  Besides that, there were a couple
guys that thought if they joined in they would be instantly branded as queers."

"Hey," Ted piped-up.  "Man, I may be out of grade school too but I am still into
jerking off and I don't think that I am queer."

"What red blooded male, over the age of twelve, doesn't pound his pub.  That's
not a sign of being or becoming queer," I added making it sound like it was
something that I had read.

"I do it at least once a day, everyday," Ted remarked grinning at his confession.

"Have you had yours today?"  Bob jokingly asked.

"Not yet.  I was thinking that after we take our swim you guys can show me what
that club of yours was like."

"Well, don't know.  We have kind of grown out of the circle jerk off scene too.
Bob turned so that Ted couldn't see him wink at me, "Isn't that right Bill?"

It didn't take "The Power" to know what Bob wanted me to say.  "Yeah," I said.
"But you know Bob; it might be kinda fun to show Ted what a circle-jerk is like
since he has never done it?"

"Yeah, you might be right Bill," Bob agreed, and then quickly added, "But let's
drown the little bastard first."

Bob gave Ted a body slam and both of them fell into the water in one big splash.
I belly-flopped in after them to join the fun.  After treading to get used to it,
I felt for the bottom with my feet so that I could stand.  In a flash, Ted was
climbing my back trying to duck me.  We were soon having a free-for-all.  The
ruckus stirred up enough settlement to make Ted's private pool looked like, as
the name we gave it implied, a cesspool.

Ted was first to get out of the water.  He waded to the shore where our clothes
were.  Because I had stacked them so neatly, he was able to scoop up the pile in
one swoop, leaving our shoes behind.

"Ok guys, been fun, see you later!"  With our clothes clutched tightly under his
arm, he started walking toward the path where we came in.

Leave it to Bob's quick thinking; he came to the rescue.

"Leaving so soon?  I wouldn't go out there without any clothes on!"  He yelled
out.  "We thought that you might want to stick around," he added, knowing that
Ted was pulling a stunt to get us out of the water.  "As soon as we get out of
here, we're going to hold class on the art of masturbation."

That stopped Ted cold.  He froze with one foot in the air, spun around and
returned our clothes to where they belonged.

"Way Cooool, man!"  He flopped down on a towel next to the clothing pile while
tugging on the start of a fast growing erection.  "I'm ready to learn, come and
teach me!"

That's all it took to get Bob splashing out of the water.  Apparently, he had
anticipated Ted's invitation because a roaring hard-on pointed the way.  Ted's
mouth was agape with amazement when he saw Bob's monster.  With his mouth still
open, he watched in awe as I emerged from the water.

"Shit!  Man, oh man!"  He hollered.  "Stop!  Don't move!"  He continued, looking
straight at my growing erection, "I want to watch it get hard."

To "show" was my thing but this was the payoff.  Never before had almost a
complete stranger stimulated me into an erection merely by prompting me.  Bob got
a kick out of it too; he looked on also.  That made three voyeurs, if I count
myself, gazing attentively at my pride and joy as it grew rock hard and sprung
out into a horizontal position.

"Fucking AHEY!"  Ted roared.  "Look at that thing!  I thought that you guys were
big soft but look at those fucking things now.  WOW!  And you guys have foreskins
too.  That's cool, I wish I did.  I heard that the hood makes "spanking the
monkey" feel even better, if that's possible."

His comment excited me more than ever.  I took my place on the towel.  Ted was
between us while the three of us were sprawled out on the towels with our necks
stretched to watch each other "do our own thing".  It was soon obvious that Ted
was no amateur at beating his meat.  He took long, deliberate, strokes to make it
last as long as possible; actually, without him knowing it, he was the teacher.
Watching him closely, following his lead, the three of us successfully avoided
going over the edge as long as we could.  Bob was first to break the barrier.
When he got near, he helped Ted along by reaching out and grabbing his rod.  Ted
released his grip and let Bob finish him off with the last few strokes before the
eruption.  And, what an eruption, it was phenomenal.  Until then, I had never
seen cum shoot into the stratosphere, out of sight!  It must have rocketed at
least three feet above his body.  This sent Bob into a panic trying to match it.
Bob moaned so loud that Ted's mother probably heard it up at the house.

I didn't get left out of the excitement.  What Ted didn't see, because his eyes
were closed at that moment, was me reaching over his body to catch Bob's climax
in my cupped hand.  Without either of them aware of it, I covered that same hand
over my mouth and lapped up Bob's cum as my own shot up to my chest.  Maybe it
wasn't as spectacular as Ted's but it was one of my best shots.

"And!"  Bob blared out, still breathing hard, "That's how to become proficient in
the art of masturbation, end of lesson ...class dismissed!"

This guy was too much.  Who would think that a little guy like Ted, who outwardly
appeared to be shy and insignificant, could exhibit such aggressive behavior?
Some of the guys that shun him may think he is weird because of his abrupt
manner.  His flamboyancy may lead them into thinking that he is gay and that's
why they don't except him.  Bob and I talked about it that night while we were
huddled in my bed together.  I expected Bob to call me chicken because I didn't
pounce on the guy.  Just before I moved down to give him the final blow job of
the day, we both agreed that Ted was probaby gay but he didn't know it yet.
Bob said, while I stroked his dick to get it hard, that it might be best if we
play it cool and give him plenty of opportunity, like we did today, and let him
come out on his own.  I thought that would be best too but I was sure looking
forward to another visit to the cesspool.  I liked the little guy but what I
liked even better was having Bob lay back, like he was doing then, and let me
take his big hard in my mouth and keep sucking until I got a mouthful of his cum.

After that first experience with him, Ted, the Teddy Bear became our good buddy,
with good reason.  He gave us permission to use the cesspool whenever we wanted.
He must have had the place rigged with an alarm or something because every time
we went skinny-dipping there, he would show up; a jerk off session always
followed, and nothing more because that seemed to be his thing.  We did it in
appreciation for letting us use the cesspool, of course... of course, what else?

TO BE CONTINUED

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