Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 16:13:59 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 16 (gay/incest,gay/sf-fantasy)

                           THE POWER - PART 16
                          By GetRealGuy@AOL.com

It was the morning after, Saturday.  It wouldn't be long before Tony and
his helper would be banging around over our heads.  Last week, Dad met
with Tony and gave them the go-ahead to repair the roof.  When I first
woke up and found that I was in Bob's bed, I panicked.  Before I could
get myself together enough to jump from his bed to my own, I remembered
everything was cool.  No one would enter the room, especially Mom.  Bob
had mentioned to Dad that Mom accidentally burst into the room while he
was changing - actually, he was nude and on one of his admiration trips
in front of the mirror.  Dad, in turn, approached Mom and explained that
the incident was quite embarrassing to Bob; he went on to emphasize how
teenage boys are overly modest.  Modest?  what a crock!  maybe some, not
us.  One of the many things that we have in common is that we are both
exhibitionists, but definitely not in front of Mom.  Tactfully, Dad
explained to her that a "closed door" is the same as a "locked door".
Mom took it to heart and, to make amends for her blunder, picked up a
spiffy clock radio for our room.  That ended the routine of her
bulldozing our bedroom door to get us up on school mornings.  As usual,
on the weekends, we could stay in bed as long as we wanted; that's if we
didn't mind making our own breakfast.  If we wanted to, we could even
stay in the same bed, but not entirely without risk of being accidentally
caught, the same way Mom walked in on Bob when he was jacking in front of
the mirror - he won't admit it but I bet that is what happened.  I don't
blame him, I wouldn't admit it either.

That Saturday morning, I felt super.  I closed my eyes again, rolled
over, and hugged Bob's warm body.  My hand worked its way down his smooth
skin to "the place".  It was hard, the same as it was every morning.  I
knew that it was a piss hard on but that didn't stop me.  Thinking that I
better get in my licks in while I could, I went for it.  After slipping
under the covers and taking a few licks at various places of his hard
body on my way down; I was there.

Both of us have foreskins that cover completely, except for a small peek
hole, even when we were hard.  At first, when I found that we were
different from most guys, I hated being uncircumcised.  Later, I found
how fortunate we were.  What I didn't realize was that cut guys are
fascinated seeing uncut dicks for various reasons.  Some feel cheated
because it is something that nature put there and it has been taken from
them.  Others are jealous because they heard that jerking off is even
more sensual when the penis is left in tack.  Dad is uncircumcised so he
realized how important it was to leave his sons as nature intended, uncut
- thanks Dad.  Both of us can ware it either way but if I am showing off,
I like to show it big with the foreskin covering, that makes most guys
envious.  Showing off, turns me on just enough to give me a semi.  In the
right place, like the gym showers or locker room, I can, at will, cause
straights to be jealous and gays to hide their boners.  Generally I have
enough control to keep it in the semi state long enough to give
sightseers a eye full without causing myself embarrassment; but there
have been times....

I was there, under the covers licking and nipping at his ball sack, which
Bob loved, and I knew it.  I un-hooded the protection of the knob and
took it into my mouth.  One of my favorite things was to take a soft, or
semi, into my mouth and keep it there until it got good and hard.  I
always tried to restrain myself until it filled my mouth and was pushing
down my throat.  This might seem strange but Bob's cock actually grew
just as fast that way as opposed to me starting right in.  It was too
late for that method; he was far beyond the semi state.  I loved sucking
his cock so I always took my time, making it last as long as I could
before I got my reward.  I started doing my thing but before I could get
a good start, his body started jerking as he awoke.

"Man, you better get off of that quick.  That's a piss hard on and I am
about to piss."  He threw back the covers and jumped out of bed.

"Hey!"  I yelled as I reached down and grabbed his under shorts from the
floor next to the bed.  "Here, Mom doesn't want to see it again."

He was reaching for the doorknob while still struggling to get into his
shorts.  I pulled the covers back over me and laid back into the pillow.
The sun was just coming up.  The whole ceiling was bright white except
the water spot over my bed - caused by the leaky roof.  I was reminded
that it was put on me to do the repair.  There didn't appear to be much
plaster damage so "Quick Patch" and touch up with paint might do the job.
That's the only reason that I agreed to demonstrate my artistic ability
with a paintbrush.  That and, I needed the practice of balancing myself
on a ladder while painting the scenery for the school musical.  I would
be doing plenty of that during the next week.  "Lost Island" was
scheduled to open in the local playhouse in a few weeks.  I had to learn
not to step back to admire my work while I am up on the ladder.  The cool
thing was that I would be painting the scenery during school hours.
Already, I had spent more of my own time than I had planned.

Last Saturday, we had to meet the theatre manager at nine AM to get a
good look at the stage.  The shop teacher, Mr. Gustin and Peg were
waiting outside the doors when I showed up.  I was late but not as late
as the manager.  He didn't show until fifteen minutes later.  Meanwhile,
Peg and I spread her drawings against the side window of the box office
so Mr. Gustin could have his first look.  Peg held one upper corner while
I held up the other.  Gus, as we called him, but only in shop class,
stepped between us to take a closer look.  That is when the pheromones
that he was emitting started tickling my balls.  That is what was
happening, otherwise, why was I tingling down there?  Last week we
learned in biology that animals and insects emit pheromones to attract
others of the same species.  Since humans belong to the animal kingdom,
then it's possible that this hunk of a man beside me, was unintentionally
teasing me with his pheromone emissions.

Gus was a man from head to toe.  I always thought that he was shorter
than I was but standing beside him, I could see that we were about the
same height.  He was on the stocky side.  When I first saw him, I thought
he would make a good gym coach instead of a shop teacher.  After I got
into his class, I found myself secretly watching him from across the
shop, picturing him naked.  Because of his bulging biceps, I assumed that
the rest of is bod was just as buff.  One time I was so engrossed in a
fantasy, involving him in the nude, that I hit my thumb with the hammer -
good thing that I wasn't using the band saw.  He immediately rushed over
to make sure that I wasn't hurt.  While he held my hand, so he could
examine my thumb, I was in heaven.  Gus was the type of person that
considered touching a person, on the shoulder or arm, was just part of
the communication process.  He had his hand resting on my shoulder while
he asked questions to fill in details not clear on Peg's plans.  As he
talked, he kind of squeezed my shoulder when he wanted an input from me.
Peg noticed right away that he wasn't treating her the same way.  The
truth is that he better control that habit if a female was in arm's
reach; it might be taken the wrong way.  I gave Peg a quick,
insignificant smile and snuck out a little hum as I cleared my throat.
She picked up on it right away and was quick to respond with a knowingly
smile.  His right hand was still resting on my shoulder when he reached
and pointed to something on the drawing.  My attention flashed to a gold
wedding band on the fourth finger of his left hand, the hand that he was
using.  He was married all right; I remembered seeing his wife at the
Hop.  She was young and beautiful and undoubtedly supplying him with as
much sex as he needed.  There goes that fantasy, too bad.  Next time,
maybe I can hit my pecker with the hammer so he can hold it in is hand
for examination.  We finished up early and when I was walking Peg home,
she floored me...

"Is he a hummer?  she asked, innocently.

"How did you come up with that expression?

"From you, remember?  hHUMMMmmmm!"

"Hey, you are getting good at that, you should try it on a girl sometime.

"I am supposed to act straight.  That might be a little out of character
for me."

"To answer your question, to my knowledge, he is not a hummer.  I wish he
were, hHUMMMmmmm.

My thoughts were detracted when I heard the door creak - Bob was back.

"What's up Bro?"

"Notin' I told you it was a piss hard on and now it's down.  It's up no
more."

"Too bad, I wanted to play "hide-and-go-seek" under the covers."  I held
up the covers so that he could slip in beside me.  "Get under and let me
fix that little problem for you."

"I can't believe that we are actually doing this," he whispered as he
stepped out of his shorts and got in beside me."

"What cha mean?"

"Oh, you in my bed, with your hand down there and playing with my balls."

"What brought this on?  You are always so up tight when Mom and Dad are
almost in the next room."

"The best thing that ever happened was getting caught.  Dad knows about
us, and in his own way, goes for it."

"You really think he does?"

"Yeah, I do.  I think that he looks at me as if I were him - Ya know what
I mean.  He knows that I have a steady now, Jill, and will be ..."

"Hold on!  You are serious!  You and Jill ... and you aren't even getting
any."

"How did you know?  - never mind.  That's how you know when you are
really in love instead of just out for a piece."

"But does that mean?"

"Never happened!"  he gave me a little hug as he said it.

"A guy has to have sex on the side, even if he has to do it by hand."  He
gave me another squeeze, "You're my helping hand."

"And you do wonders for me.  How about giving me a little right now?"

"'Old' on mate!"  he said, sounding like a limey, "we 'avent' finished."

"We haven't even started yet," I responded.

"Peggy!"  he paused, waiting for me to catch it.  "I want to know about
her."

"Dyke," I said as I gave his dick a hard squeeze to make him aware that
he had one.

"Knew that but you are lucky no one else knows."

"Right, and she will never know about you and me; I'll never fink."

"Better not!  I'd grab your head like this," he placed his hand at the
back of my neck as he said it, "and force your head down on my cock, like
this!"  He did it; unfortunately, there was a sheet between my mouth and
his cock.  "And hold it there until you suffocate."

"For ever, and ever," I mumbled, muffled by the bed cloths.  I struggled
to overcome his hold and soon, like old times, we were wrestling.  I was
just getting into the feel of his body when...

"Shush!  Stop!"  He sat back on his hunches with his hard cock jotting
out of his lap, tenting the sheet.  He perked up his ears to listen, "Mom
and Dad... They stopped fucking."

"Fucking?  You're kidding," I took a hard swallow to catch my breath,
more to calm my excitement.  "You mean ...," indicating that I wanted to
hear more.

"Yea, I heard them when I went to take my piss.  I didn't tell you
because I didn't want you to get hot and bothered, I wanted some
foreplay."

"Had enough foreplay yet?"  I reached over and pressed the sheet around
his hard on.  "Looks like the Washington Monument, except it is rounder
on top," my tongue darted out to touch the peak.

Hold off!  He commanded, let's just foreplay a little.  Dad just came, I
heard him moan, give them a chance to get dressed and we'll go down and
have breakfast with them.

"Yeah, I'm hungry too and in the mood for something more than the cold
cereal that we have to fix when we sleep in."

"Hey, it's a great day!  It will be warm enough to skinny dip in the
cesspool and have a little sex while we are at it; what you say?"

"Let's do it!"

"Remember?  Tony's bringing a helper; we would just be in the way if we
stick around here.  That reminds me, you missed out last Saturday when
Tony showed up to make the deal with Dad.

"Whats yah mean?"

"You were down at the theatre with Gus and Peg and missed out."

"Yeah, tell me!"

"Later!  I smell bacon cookin'; that was quick.  Drop your cocks and grab
your socks and fall in!"

"Been reading those army fuck stories again, haven't you?"

"Hot man!  Jim gave me a good one this time.  It's with the gay mags, in
the hiding place in the closet... and take it easy, I don't want any of
your dried cum sticking the pages together."

"Jim will be graduating next month, what is he going to do?"

"How the fuck do I know?  I'm not fucking him."

"Oh, I kind of thought that you were.  He loves your dick, I could tell
with how he was sucking you off in the car that night."

"Come off of it!  That was the one and only time and besides, you are the
one he wants.  You remember that night that he almost asked for my
permission because he thought that we might be lovers, not to mention the
night of his party when he tried to make you...so stop that bullshit.  It
was watching you fuck 'The Raggedy Ann,' that got me off.

"Yeah, that was something, wasn't it?"

"Hey, I broke you in, alright...you know what?  I think that you get just
as much of a thrill having me watch; you are as much of an exhibitionist
as I am, don't deny it."

"Right on!"

Bob suddenly reached to the side of his head and placed his fingers like
he was about to turn on a switch, "Click!  - got an idea," he continued,
"Ted is bound to show up at the cesspool, you know how he is.  I want to
watch you fuck him."

"Shit man, I've never... just what you and I were doing."

"Hey, both of us - get it?  I'll show you how, 'kay?"

Purposely, I didn't show signs of agreeing or disagreeing.  I gave him a
mild high-five as I swung out of bed.  "Do you really think that he's
ready?"

"For sure," his tail pussy is wet and waiting for a big cock like yours.
Why do you think he hangs with older guys?  Kids his age are into beating
off together, they aren't into fucking each other yet.  The few that want
to be fucked, like Ted, want an older experienced guy to do it.  That's
where we come in."

"Think that we will be getting a cherry."

"Yeah, but I bet he has been sticking things up there to practice for the
big event; he is going to go for it."

"I bet Jim got him already."

"You're probably right; sure!  Jim broke him in for us.  Don't forget,
Jim won't be sticking around this, no job, hick town after he graduates
this June.  Teddy will be looking around for someone to fill his hole."

We were still talking about it on our way down the stairs.  I realized
that I better cut it short when we passed through the living room on our
way to the kitchen.

"Later," I whispered to Bob just before we made our entrance.  As I
expected, Dad greeted us with a broad smile and then quickly hid behind
the morning paper.  Bob and I smiled at each other because it was obvious
that Dad was trying to hide and we knew why.  We remembered when Dad, in
one of his relaxed moments, told us that they were trying to give us a
sister or brother before they got too old.  What made me want to shrivel
up and disappear was when Bob, in a joking way, said that we heard him
making out.  Dad must have been wondering if we heard anything that
morning.

"Morning guys," he said not knowing what Bob would come out with.

I knew Bob would play it cool with Mom in earshot; she was doing her
thing at the stove and didn't even turn around.  Dad knew it too but he
warned us to make sure.

"Play it cool guys, or no breakfast."

"Coffee's ready.  Have to pour your own," she said, as she poked at
something in the frying pan.

"What do you studs have planned for today?"  he said as he opened the
paper.

"We kind of wanted to go for a swim, if it's OK."

"Don't see why not," he said as he turned the page and looked down, "says
here that it's going to be a nice day.  Where do you go?"

"Over near the Paterson's place, the stream on the other side of the
pasture," I answered.

"The guys are coming for the roof this morning."

"You won't need us, will you?"

"No, go ahead ... have fun.  That's what they are being paid for."

That's all we needed, Dad's Okay.  We both scraffed down our food and
were up and at the door when Mom spoke up.

"How about lunch - gonna be home?"  she said as she slapped me on the
butt.

"Yeah, Bob said.  I have to be over Jill's early this afternoon.  Bill
might stay later."

"I would like to know because I will be fixing for the workers on the
roof and I need to know how much to make."

"I'll be home too," I said.  There is no way I would miss Dad and Tony
sitting at the same table together after what Bob said about their first
meeting.  I closed the door behind me thinking that I was going to ask
him right then.

"Don't forget your bathing suits," Mom uttered, from behind the closed
door.  It was intended for their ears, not ours; both of them chuckled
because they knew we were going skinny-dipping.

Bob was on the driveway ahead of me.  "Let's hike without the bike.  We
got to talk, while we walk," he was snapping his fingers and doing the
trot.

I couldn't top that so I just followed him down the driveway.  When we
got out on the street, he started to jog.  I continued in a normal
walking pace knowing that he wouldn't last and would stop and wait for me
to catch up.

"You're loosing it!  I expected you to ask me what you missed last
Saturday when you were doing the scenery thing."

I didn't have to ask, he read my mind.  "Well... Well... come clean!"  I
urged.

"You should have been there.  Man, I'm telling you - you could actually
see sparks."

"So ...." Showing my impatience, I put my hands out in front of me,
waving them toward me, like I was trying to pull it out of him."

"When Tony and Dad saw each other for the first time."

"You got to be kidding!  What kind of sparks."

"I wish I had a camera."

"You don't mean 'love at first sight' kind of sparks do you?"

"Kinda, like that but I don't know, there was something."

"Shit man!"  I acted befuddled.  "I wish that I had been there.  Maybe it
was something else.... Do you think that they met before; you know we
know nothing about Dad's past or Tony's either."

"Man, I don't know!  He almost sounded pissed; I was bugging him.

"How's it going with Jill?  I asked abruptly, trying to change the
subject.

Bob went on with something about meeting her parents and on and on about
something - I wasn't catching any of it.  Maybe the subject was changed
as far as Bob was concerned but Dad and Tony were still on my mind.  If
they knew each other in the past, why didn't they come out with it when
they met?  Maybe there was something devious in there past.  Oh shit, the
roomer about Tony serving time.  I decided to put it out of my mind; I'd
see for myself today at lunch.

"Did you hear what I said?  Where you been?  I've been telling you out my
date with Jill and you've been somewhere else!  Bozo!  you haven't heard
a word I've said."  He sounded pissed again.

"Sorry, Bro," I said apologetically, "I couldn't help thinking... you
know, Dad.  "You are closer to him..."

"Hold on!"  That's because he figures that I am more like him than you.
No, don't take it wrong, he loves you.  He has asked me about you, if you
are happy and stuff like that."

"Stuff like what?"

"Now listen... He asks about Jill and me and lately he has been asking me
about you and Peg.  I think that he knows that it is different with you
and Peg."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I think he ... shit man!  He compares you with Tom and me with
himself."

Dad was very close to Tom when they were both younger.  Tom passed away
recently; we suspected that he was gay and he and Dad were more than just
close friends.  After hearing what Bob had said, I had to conclude that
Dad was hitting on the idea that I might be gay.  I guess I could have
figured it out myself but hearing it from Bob... he had continued several
steps ahead of me before he realized that I wasn't beside him.  He turned
and with spread arms, came toward me and through his arms around me.

"Sorry...sorry!  I didn't mean to hurt you."  He kissed my ear and backed
off quickly when he realized that we were in public.

"Nah!  I said, trying to act cool as possible, "I knew it all the time."

"Hey, if you want, we can call this whole thing off and go back home."

"Nothing doin', let's go before I loose my nerve."  We started walking
again.  "I kind of thought about Teddy, he's my type, small and cute, but
butch enough to be male, my type, or one of my many types, I mean.  The
only thing that bothers me is that I don't know how to go about it.
Sure, I know how to fuck, that comes "doin' what comes naturally" - I
tried to sing it - but how do I get him to spread his cheeks and bend
over for me."

"Easy man, no prob'.  Leave that part to me.  You can go in first and
then we can trade off."

"You got the rubbers?"

"You mean the American Express?"  He reached into his pocket and pulled
out a small packet, "Never leave home without it - got the lube too."

"Have two?  Hope we don't have to share one."

"Three left in a pack!  WE ARE, 'ready for Teddy!'" he shouted, in rhyme.

We took a few more steps "Fuck!"  I yelled, stopping cold in my tracks,
"we forgot the towels."

"No we didn't.  It's all in the plan."

"And what is the plan?  You going to tell me before we get there?"

"Well, we knock on the door and tell Ted we forgot them.  Not to worry,
he will be home because it's still too early for anyone - in their right
mind - to be out running around.  If I know Ted, he will supply towels
and his cute little ass too."

"Then what?"

"When we get out of the water, he will pull the same stunt he always
does.  From there, we will play it by ear.  I'm pretty sure that he has
heard that we are cock-hounds and strictly for girls.  We already have
him believing that the threesome 'circle jerk' that he always cons us
into is all his idea."

"Think we can pull it off?"

"Sure, because every time we go to the cesspool, he shows up to pull the
sex thing.  Face it; he is working up to something more than just jerking
with us."

"Hey, come to think of it, you are right."

We stopped by Ted's house to ask for towels.  Not only did he get us
towels he also directed us to the shed where he kept some grass mats,
assuring us that we could use them at anytime.  We took our swim and, as
usual, Ted was first out of the water.  It had become routine for him to
start playing with himself getting ready for the jerk off session that he
expected to lead us into.  This time, it was a little different.  He had
seen me with Peg and Bob with Jill so he wanted to talk about girls;
specifically, he wanted to talk about fucking girls while we beat off.
Obviously, he was cherry and wanted to know what it was like by hearing
it from two cock-hounds like us.  I left it to Bob, his descriptive
dialogue was pure porno, Ted was well on his way, and so was I. Bob
started to slow up with the porno to solicit questions from Ted.  The
questions came as Bob led him along.

"I wonder what it feels like to the girl."  Ted was probing for an answer
without asking the question directly.

"I've heard that a pussy is like a man's cock turned inside out.  They
say that the feeling is similar to what a man feels."  He turned over on
his side to watch Ted's reactions.  "When a guy's cock is in an ass
hole," he jerked his head to get my attention, "it would feel the same to
the guy, even if he was screwing a guy instead of a girl."

"Awesome," Ted sighed as he lay on this back still taking long slow
strokes.

"A hell of a lot of married guys like to be fucked in the ass, they say
it's a great sensation.  Some of their wives have dildos that they strap
on and ass fuck their husbands like crazy.  You know what a dildo is,
don't you?"  he asked Ted.

"Yeah," Ted said, "but you can use...," he paused, realizing what he had
said; "I have heard that a cucumber works just as well."

"But aren't cucumbers cold and way too slick and hard, not like a real
cock at all."

I got tired of Bob using the word "ass" but realizing it was to get Ted's
thinking about that part of his body, I got used to it.  Putting that
aside, I was amazed how well Bob was doing; he's a genius.  He had Ted at
the end of the barrow and was about the pull the tricker.  I was
wondering when I would get my cue to enter the performance.

"Hey, I have an idea," he turned to me with his face lit up as if he just
thought of what he was about to say.  "Bill, remember we were talking and
you said that you never screwed Peg in the ass."  He nodded at me, cueing
that it was my turn to speak my lines.

"Yeah," I said, not knowing exactly what he wanted me to say and giving
him a chance to feed me more information so I would know how to play the
game.

"You said that you didn't know how to go about it."

"Oh, yeah," now I was with him.  "It isn't that I don't know how to screw
a pussy, I was wondering how different it was."

"Not much, maybe just tighter.  That is why some guys like to screw girls
in the ass."

"Yeah, man.  You're getting me hot has hell," I was in the game now; I
reached over and took Ted's hand off of his cock and put it on mine.
"Feel how hard that thing is."  He started stroking mine as I reached
over and took his into my hand.

We had him, but good; I started worrying, as hot as he was, he would
shoot before we had a chance to work the plan.  He was pushing into my
fist wanting me to increase the tempo.

"Bill, you know a guy's ass is about the same as a gal's and it would
basically be the same to screw a guy as it would a girl, ass-wise there
would be no difference."

"Yeah, it would help me out to learn how to do it that way.  If Peg wants
to be screwed in the ass I certainly want to be able to satisfy her."
What a bunch of shit, I thought.  What dyke would ask a guy, gay or
otherwise, to screw her in the ass?

It was time to be more aggressive; Bob reached for the lube and rubbers
in his pile of clothes.  He let loose with the "tour de force" as he
lifted Ted's legs off of the mat.

"Ted's going to help you out.  Ted, you are going to enjoy Bob's dick,
it's going to feel so much better than that cucumber that you have been
using."

"But Bill's cock is so much bigger."

"I bet it's not as big as Jim's, is it?"

He was being ruthless.  Ted said nothing; he just lifted his legs higher
while Bob lubed him up, what could he say?  Now there was little doubt
that Jim buried that gigantic cock of his deep in Ted.  I didn't feel
like I was about to do rape anymore.

"You got rubbers?"  Ted asked as he looked down between his raised legs
at Bob.

"Sure do," Bob said confidently, you don't have to worry about a thing.
Bill is inexperienced so I am going to give you both instructions, step
by step.  Come around here Bill and take a look at this beautiful hole."

I moved around to look as Bob lifted Ted's legs high enough to place one
on each of my shoulders.  I was surprised to see that Bob had already
inserted two fingers and Ted hadn't so much as flinched.  After I was in
position, Bob grasped my cock.

"I'm putting the rubber on Bill now," he said as he spit into the rubber
before unrolling it over my dick.  He quickly put one on himself.
"There... now we're ready.  Now all you have to do Ted, is pretend that
Bill's dick is a great big cucumber.

He held my dick by the shaft and rubbed the head of it in circles around
the pucker hole.  Ted was getting so excited with anticipation that his
hole was puckering in and out like it was a pair of lips trying to kiss
the tip of my dick.  Bob centered it and bent down and spit on it to give
it more lubrication.

"Go slow," Ted pleated.

"Not to worry," Bob said as he pressed on my ass with one hand and guided
my dick with the other, slow man."

I had to hold myself back because I could feel that Ted was not relaxed
yet.  Bob loosened his grip somewhat because he knew that I was in
control.  He pressed his head against mine and gave me a little kiss on
the ear.

"Look how the head of that thing swelled," he whispered into my ear.
"Man, you got a huge cock, look at the size of that thing.  That's one
big cock.  Hold it right there until you feel him relax."

"Man, it feels good already and I'm just barely in."

"Just wait until you come to the really good part," he nibbled the lobe
of my ear.

"Oh, man.  Here I go, deeper."  Bob was pressing gently on my ass as he
removed his hand from my dick.

"Slowly, all the way in.  Are you surprised with how warm it feels, how
great it feels to have his insides wrap around your shaft?  Ted, Ted,
squeeze that dick inside of you."

I think that Ted was yelling either in pain or pleasure, I didn't care
which because I couldn't stop, I kept pressing into him until I was in as
far as it would go.  I made my cock jump inside of him which caused Ted
to let out a moan.

"Fuck me!"  he yelled, "harder, harder.  Give me all of that big cock!"

I was taking deep lunges and grinding them in when I hit bottom.

"Go for it man," Bob whispered, "I'm beating mine with every stroke that
you take."  About then, he moved back slightly to get a better look.
"Take some long strokes; I want to see the head of it almost come out.
We both loved the dirty talk and Bob was sure shouting it out."

I pulled back too far and it came out but when I slammed it home again,
it found its target.  When I looked down a Ted's cock, I could see that
he was starting to ooze precum.  Bob was looking too and when Ted grabbed
it to beat himself off, Bob grabbed his hand to stop him.

"No way man, I haven't had mine yet."  He slapped me on the ass signaling
that it was his turn.

Bob rolled Ted over on his stomach and then placed his arm under him and
pulled him up to kneeling position.  He pushed his head down forcing Ted
to be on all fours.  Kneeling, Bob moved into position and shoved it in.
After a few plunges, Bob remained kneeling, frozen in an upright position
while Ted rocked back and forth, riding Bob's cock.

I shuffled over close to Bob, on my knees, hugged him around the waist,
and put my cheek to his.  "Stay still, just like this.  I want to get
down there and lick your balls while he is feeding his ass to you."
Almost lying on my back, I slipped under and started licking.  Bob was
going wild, his balls were retracting; he was close.  I was in a position
where I could observe, up close, how Ted was maneuvering to get the most
sensation out of Bob's huge cock.  He found the position that put his
prostate in the path of travel.  Each time a direct hit was made, he let
out a short gasp, combined with a loud moan; Bob joined in.

"I'm, I'm close," Bob yelled, "get out from under there, quick!  Get
around in front and start fucking his mouth."

I slid out from beneath Bob's legs and quickly crawled around to where
Ted's open mouth was waiting.  While I was struggling to get the rubber
off, his tongue impatiently darted out trying to taste my cock.  I waited
for him to open his mouth wide again before attempting to give him what
he wanted.  I fed it to him with one long plunge until I felt his lips
buried in my pubic hairs.  I held there for a moment and then followed
with a serious of similar plunges.  Usually I am not violent during sex
but the energy that I was expelling by slamming hard against him, brought
on a new high that I never experienced before.  I slammed hard at him,
again and again, going deep in his throat each time.  Finally, I
momentarily withdrew and backed out a few inches from his lips.  Ted
swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and opened is mouth wide, begging for
more.  When I looked at Bob, his arm was moving rapidly, he was jacking
off Ted; we had taken over his complete body.

"Fuck that mouth," Bob shouted.  "Make him gag on that monster.  Fuck um,
man!  Give it to him!"

I looked down at Ted's back and down to his bubble ass which was shaking
like jell-O between the blows.  Between the mounds, I could actually see
Bob's cock, as he repeatedly almost pulled out and pounded in again.  It
was causing a loud smacking sound each time.  While he continued, he
looked up and noticed that I was watching.  It's his nature to put on a
show, so he did the same over again and again, watching my reaction.

"You like...wat...watch...ing?"  he said between plunges and trying to
catch his breath, "this is how...how you fuck a tight ass!"

The slapping sound got louder and louder as he leaned forward toward me.
I pushed my pubes hard against Ted's lips, pushing my cock as deep down
his throat as I could, grinding it in, and leaned forward toward Bob.  At
first the tips of our tongues met, and then our lips.  It wasn't to much
more than a quick peck because there wasn't time....

Now if you think that I am going to tell you that all three of us went
off at exactly the same time, you're wrong.  Actually, the duration of
the chain reaction took two whole seconds.  First Ted, because he was
guest of honor, so to speak; then Bob because he was at the point of no
return and couldn't hold back; and lastly, me, because I was being polite
and let the others go first.

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