Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2015 01:39:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Practice Dummy, gay male incest/ high school, chapters 1-3

THE PRACTICE DUMMY
by Kevin Donovan
comments appreciated at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com

The following story  contains graphic descriptions of sex among males, some
of whom are related.  All such acts are understood to be consensual acts
between persons of legal age where you live.  However, these persons do not
exist.  This work is entirely fictional, intended as fantasy masturbatory
fodder for adults who choose to view such material, and for whom it is
legal to do so.  If that does not describe you, leave now.  These fictional
guys are safe having unsafe sex:  You are not.  Suit up.

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CHAPTER ONE
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

 "God damn it, Bo.  Give a man a little privacy, would you?  You could at
least knock!"

 Bo stood at the half-way open door that entered his brother Judge's
bedroom from the joining bathroom between the two teens' rooms, grinning
impudently.  The older teen--just fifteen months older--lay sprawled on his
queen-size bed, stark naked, muscular legs splayed, his generous male unit
hard and drooling, his right fist pumping it rhythmically.

 "And wait til you're NOT flogging your log?  When would that be?  Between
about 2 and 3 a. m.?  Hell, Judge, we both know we both do it, probably way
more than average, and it's not like I haven't seen your studly body
before, Dude.  I've even seen you jacking.  But I need to talk to you for a
few minutes.  It's important.  Life-changing important.  And after that, if
you still feel the need, you can get right back at it."

 Bo himself was also totally naked, like his brother--not an issue, since
the two ran around that way in their domain most of the time.  Whereas
Judge, at five feet eleven, was dark-haired and beefier, though with a
narrow waist from many sit-ups, Bo was already an inch taller, but slimmer
and sleeker, with honey-blond hair, and less of it on his chest and
abdomen. Both boys had killer butts and legs, muscular chests, and handsome
faces, with a family resemblance in different hues.  Their most similar
physical attribute hung between their thighs: long, dangly, mouthwatering
dicks, almost identical in size and shape, hefty and substantial, and cut.
Both boys were athletic: Judge in football, baseball, and wrestling; Bo in
soccer, track and field, and swimming. Judge was the outgoing, charming,
Prom-King type, while Bo was the quieter, more creative, honor student kid.
"The Judge," christened Tyler, had been a solemn, serious baby, pronounced
"sober as a judge," by their late grandfather, and the moniker stuck.  Now,
he was the more jocular of the two, but known as Judge nevertheless.  Bo's
birth certificate read "Jason Christopher," and Bo was only a convenient
short-form for a cute, blond toddler.  He hadn't toddled for a long time,
but still answered to Bo.

 The two shared a pair of bedrooms, a game-room, and a bath on the upper
level of the large garage and shop at the back of the family's suburban
home.  They'd helped their dad, Charlie, along with his brother, their
uncle Jeff, finish the loft space just two years earlier, when Judge was
entering high school, as a sort of wildlife refuge for the two
sweat-and-sperm-drenched adolescents, and to give their mother and little
sister a break from all the noise and mal-odors of athletic, horny,
teen-age males.  Destined to become a guest house once the two boys entered
University, their lair had its own laundry, so that sweaty socks and jocks,
and crusty sheets, need never enter the main house.  The game room, someday
to be a sitting room, even had a kitchenette.  It spanned the end of their
level, and there they could entertain buds with billiards, darts, foosball,
pinball, flat-screen TV, and every electronic game or computing device ever
marketed to teenage-boy-kind. They could belch, fart, and make crude jokes
to their hearts' content without offending female sensibilities.  A weekly
Sunday night poker game had become the latest preoccupation for Judge and
his group of friends, which they enjoyed while puffing on cigars, clad at
maximum in their boxers, at minimum in the buff (a few of the boys, but a
growing number, went commando), an event to which Bo was an occasional
observer sworn to secrecy, but rarely a participant in the Big Boy card
game.  Judge had recently even mounted video surveillance cameras outside
the lair, so that they could get a couple of minute' warning if a parental
unit or other interloper were about to invade their space unexpectedly.

 But Judge and Bo had always been close, though they now traveled mostly
with different packs of boys, being at different grade levels and in
different sports.  From an early age, their mom had been unsuccessful at
keeping clothes on either of them, and they had played, wrestled, and
fought, as brothers do, in close physical contact, often nude, all of their
lives.  Their school lives were largely separate, but at home, they were on
the same team.

 "When have you seen me jacking?" demanded Judge, his right fist on pause,
but still gripping his long, thick male member.

 Bo sputtered.  "It's not like you're all discrete or anything.  Starting
back when we shared the old bedroom, when you thought I was asleep....
When you shower, and don't know I've crept into the john to take a piss.
Don't you ever notice the commode water being clear when you get in, but
yellow when you get out?  At least I don't scald you by flushing!  You're
an awful, but very loud singer, by the way, and you tend to close your eyes
when you jack....  When you leave this door ajar and lie right there on
that bed, stroking and moaning like a crazy man, rolling your eyes.  I
think it's cute the way you stretch your toes when you cum, dude....  Then,
there's out by the pool, when you think no one is home but you, and you've
been sunning your junk.... I could go on.  Incidentally, you crank out a
very nice load, Bro, very impressive. My compliments.  I like to watch.
But enough about you and your obsession with ejaculation, this is about me
and my crazy fixation on watching you, and other guys, enjoy the pleasures
of being male, whether with chicks, your own self, or--gasp--another male.
Because I've seen all of that, and I've discovered that I like it all. That
is the gist of my news flash for today, if you get what I'm saying."

 "I've never, ever, gotten it on with another guy, so don't claim you've
seen that."  Judge realized he was thereby confessing to all the rest,
since, clearly, his brother had the goods on him.

 "No, but guys online do. I've seen it all, that way."

  Bo settled his bare butt on Judge's mattress at the level of his
brother's outstretched, bent knee.  Judge's stroking hand fell open onto
his thigh as he took in what Bo was saying.  Bo seized the opportunity to
grasp Judge's swollen manhood and give it a few gentle strokes.

 Judge's body twitched, and he almost pulled away.  The shock on his
reddened face, mostly feigned, subsided quickly, and he even thrust his
hips out just slightly to welcome the stroking, involuntarily.

 "What the fuck!! What are you doing, Cretin, grabbing me by the dick like
that?  What are you, some kind of fag pervert? And what do you mean, you
like to watch guys?  Fuck, man!"

 "Tut, tut, dear brother.  It isn't nice for you to use such harsh
language.  You could damage my self-esteem permanently.  Yes, I am, as you
say, a fag.  I prefer to say "gay."  And I'd prefer that you did, too.  As
to the pervert part, well, sure, but no more than most straight guys are.
I obsess about sex, true.  So do you and your buds, it's just a different
kind of sex that gets me all hard and juicy.  And really, Judge.  I do know
you and Andrew Little have jacked ff a few times together.  You've even
done one another."

 Judge sputtered.  "How the fuck?...."

 "Relax.  He told me when he was offering to do the same with me, a couple
of weeks ago.  He has a good hand, that Andrew, and I'm pretty confident I
can get him to do even more, in time.  But back to the present moment...."

 "Well, fuck, I knew all about you being queer, since you were, like
thirteen.  At least, I suspected.  But you don't see me sneaking up on you
and grabbing your cock while you're jackin'.  So go and be gay in your own
room, and let me concentrate my fantasy on Jennifer Brady, like I was when
you so rudely interrupted."

 Bo's hand continued to stroke, and Judge's cock remained firm as a
lamp-post.

 "Fucker, you didn't know shit about me being queer.  You're shocked as
fuck, but you'll get over it.  I'll go if I must.  But first, hear me out.
I have a proposition for you that could be a win for both of us....

 "OK, here goes.  I like naked male bodies, especially hot ones--you have a
male body, generally naked when we are home, and I'm prepared to admit, for
argument's sake, that it's a pretty hot one.  I like cock, you have a very
nice one.  There, I've said it. "

 Judge's eyes swiveled toward his brother's hand as it glided smoothly up
and down his erection.  He did, indeed, have a magnificent cock--thick,
straight, circumcised, plum-headed, a good eight inches of sperm inserter--
the secret envy of many friends and an object of some conversation among
the cheerleading squad and several other girls at school.  He was proud of
it, and both exercised and displayed it at every opportunity.

 "It IS a nice one, Bo.  If a cock can be pretty, mine is.  But why the
fuck are you jacking on it?"

 "First, I'm keeping the motor warm for you while we talk.  Second, I just
want to.  Now hush and listen.

 "As I was saying, you are very keen on making use of this
more-than-adequate piece of hardware you have here.  You love a good hot
mouth wrapped around this thing.  I've heard you say so.  Well--I have a
good hot mouth.  My teeth are a little big, though, don't you think?  That
will make something to work around, and I need practice with that.
Anyway--you love a nice, tight, deep pussy to plow.  You brag about every
one you manage to get into, which is disappointingly few, to be honest,
Bro.  I've been thinking you need and deserve much more.  Well, I also
have, in a manner of speaking, a very nice, very tight, very deep pussy,
right here next door to you.  And I am making both body cavities available
to you, starting now, pretty much at your convenience.

 "Bottom line: You need a sperm disposal unit, preferably moist and at
human body temperature, lack of baby incubator a plus.  I need practice.
If I'm going to be a cock-sucker, and I've decided I am, I want to be an
outstanding cocksucker.  If I'm going to be a butt-slut, and that pretty
much comes with the territory, then I want to be prepared to do it right,
and make my man or man of the moment, whoever he may be, feel totally
satisfied.  I'm offering to be your practice dummy.  And you can be mine."

 "Aww, gross, Bo.  Fuck, man, you have a dick, too--and since you've been
so generous with your compliments, I will admit that it's a pretty nice
one, too--IF you're into that-- but the problem is, that kind of ruins the
whole package, that big honkin' thing all hard and dripping, and poking me
all over every time you move.  No way I'm fucking your stinky, shitty ass!
Blow-job, maybe--just maybe.  But I ain't packin' no fudge, especially
yours.  And shit, man, you're my brother!  I have to live with you.  I
can't just use you and then ignore you, like I could some chick."

 "Tyler, Tyler," tutted Bo pedantically, using his brother's real name to
emphasize his disapproval, "Next you'll be telling me girl-pussy doesn't
smell or have any off-flavor.  You disappoint me with these stereotypes and
prejudices.  Men fuck women's asses right and left, it's the original form
of birth control.  Lots of them really like it.  Male or female, the anus
contains fecal matter pretty much only in the period right before an
evacuation of the colon.  Any residue can be cleaned out with relative
ease, in only a few minutes."  He sounded downright professorial.  "Look,
we've rolled around naked together for years.  You've felt every inch of my
body on every inch of yours, one time or another.  Some of that time, you
know very well, I've had a hard on.  Yes, Brother, I've had a hard on for
you, more than once.  And--you've had a hard on almost as much, for me.
Admit it.  You aren't as grossed out as you claim to be.  As for your yuk
factor, give me five or ten minutes' notice, and I can be your blushing
virgin, fresh from the bower, whatever that is, tight and receptive, any
time.  Turn out the light, and you're in bed with Jennifer Brady, every
night, and again next morning.  You'd have to marry the bitch to get that
from a female, if then, and you sure ain't ready for that shit. "

 "Jennifer Brady with a great big dick, and two whopping, hairy balls.
Gross....But I do love it when you get all authoritative like that.  It's
ALMOST sexy."  But he was weakening, Bo could tell.  He continued to
massage the throbbing male unit at hand.  "Look, I'll shave my balls.  You
use, and then ignore, Jennifer Brady, or worse yet, knock her up, or any
other, and your name is 'shit' in this town.  You think girls don't talk?
I, however, while not exactly appreciating being ignored, and loving
occasional small gifts as I do...nevertheless, I don't talk.  I have more
to lose than you, since I actually AM queer....

 "As to the brother part," Bo's sales pitch continued, "that's all to the
good: I'm not going to go psycho on you and demand you marry me, I'm not
going to get pregnant, I'm not going to out you to the world or even the
family, and I'm more available to you than anyone else in the world.  I
even already care about you, and who knows you longer or better? If one of
us wants out of the deal, fine, no offense taken, we're still brothers."
"Whose dicks have you ever actually sucked, anyway?"  Judge was changing
the subject, retreating from the present argument, yet getting inquisitive,
a good sign.  "Did you do Andrew?" he asked suspiciously.

 "No one's.  You'll be my first.  You can see my need to practice."

 "How many times you been fucked?"  He had in mind as suspect that rogue,
Andrew, again.

 "Let's put it this way: You won't get shit on your dick, Bro, I promise.
But the first time, you WILL get cherry."

 Judge watched, reflectively, the hand rising and falling on the shaft of
his cock.  His eyes shifted to give his brother an appraising look.
"Nobody could know about this, ever."

 "Nobody knows you tried to fuck that paper towel tube, three years ago.
Or, even more comically, that cantaloupe.  Now, that was messier than my
ass will ever be."

 Judge grimaced.  "Do you ever do anything BUT spy on me, you creepy
pervert?"

 Bo grinned.  He had his practice dummy.

 "Not much."



* * * * *



 Bo's hand replaced Judge's on the elder cock again.  Wordlessly, Judge
watched as Bo jacked his cock for half a minute.  Then the two exchanged a
telling glance.  Bo smiled hopefully, and he hoped, seductively.  Judge
rolled his eyes resignedly.  Bo bent forward and took the swollen, spongy
head of his brother's cock into his warm, willing mouth.  Judge sighed.

 It was true, Bo had never done this before, his friends and team-mates
being as vocally derisive of anything gay as anyone else in the community.
There were always Alex Blake and Sean Moseley to resort to, the known gays
in Bo's class, who never really had to come out, because everyone always
knew they were gay.  Bo was friendly and respectful to both boys, but they
were not close buds.  Of course, associating more closely with either of
them would instantly brand Bo as being "one of them," and he was nowhere
near ready for that.  In fantasy, though, and in observation of hours and
hours of computer porn, he had practiced his technique for years.  Perhaps
it just came naturally to him.  He slid his brother's big unit right down
his throat as if he'd been doing it since the onset of puberty.  The gag
reflex needed some work, admittedly.  And, yes, his big pearly whites had
to be covered by lips and tongue, but he had a notion how to do that
already.  He slobbered, sucked, lipped, and licked on Judge's meat for
fifteen minutes without pause, while Judge appreciatively massaged his
scalp and ran his fingers through Bo's medium-length thick hair.

 "I'm gonna shoot," Judge finally panted.  His cock was swollen to
bursting, and his hips gave little involuntary thrusts into Bo's mouth.
Bo's response was to drive deeper down onto the flesh-pole, taking
two-thirds of it into his warm, wet mouth.  Jets of man-goo, both salty and
sweet, erupted onto the back of his tongue and into his throat, by the feel
of it, a record-setting load of spunk.  It took three swallows to get it
down.  His own brother's cum-load!  Amazing!  And he liked it.

 He held the dick in his mouth, holding off on the tongue action out of
respect for its sensitivity in its post-ejaculatory moments.  He pulled off
of it and began to lick and clean its long shaft and to vacuum up any
little dribbles of semen from Judge's pubic mound.  He slid down wetly to
his brother's scrotum and began to nibble and lick on his big balls.  He
resolved to shave those things as soon as he could arrange it.

 "Fuck, Bo, I can't believe you did that.  Took it in your mouth, too, and
swallowed.  Shit, Man, that takes guts.  I appreciate you didn't throw up
on my crotch, too, I think I would've."

 "So, did you like it?"

 "No, li'l Bro, I did not like it."

 "What?  How could you not....?"

 Judge patted Bo's head affectionately.

 "I LOVED it.  Best BJ I ever had, bar none.  You must be a natural."

 "So I can do it again?"

 "I guess I'm your practice dummy, Brother Bo.  Sign me up.  If you're
willing to suck it, I guess letting you at it is the least I can do."

 "Terrific.  Thanks, Judge, I really appreciate this.  For starters, I'll
book you for three a day--morning, afternoon, and bedtime...If you need to
add more later, we can...."



 "Shit, fucker.  You don't mean you liked that, do you?  You want to do it
that much?"

 "Damn, it's great, Judge.  Much better than I even expected.  The taste
the texture, the smell, the cum....I love it!"

 "Oh, Goddam, Bo!  Too much information!  You think my cock tastes and
smells good?  You're one sick fucker.  But--shit, who am I to say no.  Have
at it whenever you want it, then."

 "Tonight before bed?"

 "Um--how about again before dinner, and then before bed?"

 "You got it, Big Bro.  I have an hour of homework, and then I'll be back
over for Round Two."

 Judge patted his brother on the head.  Bo kissed Judge's reddened
cock-head, relieving it of a final drop of semen.  He departed through the
common bathroom, ass jiggling, a big smile on his face.

 Behind his back, Judge shook his head in amazement.  But he wore a smile,
too.











THE PRACTICE DUMMY

by Kevin Donovan



CHAPTER TWO



"DEPOSIT SPERM HERE.  OR HERE."





 So, it transpired that Bo Garrity became his brother Judge's PCS--
"Personal Cock Sucker."

 After completing his Trigonometry assignment, he sauntered back over to
Judge's room.  Judge was not doing school work.  No, he was listening to
music on his headset and fondling his cock.  He had it at about half mast,
just idly fingering at it.  Bo crawled up between his knees and gently took
the dick out of Judge's fingers, and put it between his own lips.  Judge
just continued to groove on his tunes, accepting the service now as his
due.

 Bo sucked his brother off in about twenty minutes of moderate effort.  His
jaw got a bit tired at times, and then he just rested it by reverting to
licking and lip action on the shaft and balls.  That delayed the blast-off,
but it also made the experience more enjoyable for both boys.

 Judge's phone dinged for a message coming in, and he idly picked it up, as
Bo sucked away.  "Dinner in five," he said.  He texted back, "Be down
shortly."  The pressure was on.  Bo sucked valiantly, and Judge waggled his
hips, driving his cock in and out of the receptive, wet mouth.  Judge
tensed and turned red in the face and neck.  Bo pressed as deeply onto his
cock as his throat would allow.  Judge gasped.  At last, with a loud groan,
he let fly with his ejaculate, another ample cum-load.  But it had taken
more than five minutes.  Suddenly, there was a loud knock on Judge's door.
Their father's voice, sounding hesitant, said, "Boys?  Judge?  Dinner's
ready.  You boys OK?"

 What good is it to have video surveillance if you don't watch the monitor?

 Bo hopped up from the bed as if levitating, and tip-toed briskly through
the bathroom door, his stiff cock waving.  Judge looked stricken and
paralyzed.

 "Yeah, Dad, just finishing up here, I mean on my way.  One minute," Judge
called out, hoarsely.

 He heard Bo's bedroom doorway opening on the hallway.  "I'm almost there,
Dad, just had a couple of problems to finish."  So Bo had managed to
establish the alibi that he was in his own room.

 "Guys, don't make us wait.  You know what time dinner is," said their dad,
and his footsteps retreated down the hall and toward the stairs.

 The two culprits emerged simultaneously from their respective rooms, each
wearing shorts and tee only.

 "You think he knows?" asked Judge nervously.

 "You were so damn loud!  Gonna have to stuff a dirty jock in your mouth,"
Bo answered.  He shook his head.  "Dad is not a dumb guy.  When did we ever
fool him for long?"

 "Well, so far, he doesn't have much to go on.  We just better keep it that
way."

 At dinner, their mom and sister chatted obliviously, but their dad seemed
a bit restrained.  To Bo, both Judge and he came across as subdued.  He
tried to brighten up, but found it hard to focus on the usual light
dinner-time banter.

 "Folks, I've got an exam coming up," he declared, rising as quickly as
possible from the table.  He hoped to plant an explanation for his
distracted demeanor.  Five minutes later, he heard Judge coming up the
stairs and down the hall, too.  He'd be in place for his bed-time suck--IF
he could be prevailed upon to receive it, with Dad on the prowl.

 That turned out not to be a problem.  At 11:00, Bo looked up to see a
naked Judge standing at his bathroom doorway.

 "You coming?"

 "Let's have lights out.  I'll be there in ten minutes."

 A quarter-hour later found the two brothers sprawled as before, younger
atop the thighs of elder, head bobbing on his rampant erection.  This time,
Judge's eyes were peeled on the small video monitor, moved to his bedside,
and his ears, lacking the headset, were straining for footsteps on the
stairway.  And this time, he kept his vocalizations down to a few whines
and whimpers.





* * * * *



 The following afternoon, after an interminable school day, Bo actually
hummed as he bustled about his room, straightening up, grinning the whole
time.  He'd sucked his brother off!  Four fuckin' times now!  He'd loved
it!  Even the taste of Judge's sperm, not bad at all.  He'd been nervous
that it might be really gross, and he might hate it.  Perhaps it was a
consumable with limited appeal, kind of like oysters, but he was pleased to
be among those who enjoyed the flavor and slimy texture of the stuff.  He
could imagine himself becoming quite the connoisseur in time.  He wondered
if every man's was as good, or if some was better than others.  He'd find
out soon enough, he vowed.

 That morning, Bo had set his alarm fifteen minutes early, so that he could
get in a quick suck before school.  He'd slipped over to Judge's room,
sliding up between Judge's feet and knees.  He slid his brother's
already-boned dick as far as it would go down his throat.

 "Holy fuck.  Now that's an alarm clock," said Judge, his eyes squinting
down at Bo's bobbing head.  He shot his wad in five minutes.

 "Fuck, Bro.  That was the new best blow job I ever had.  Each one just
gets better.  You took me way down, deeper than any of the girls I've been
with.  You can suck my cock anytime, as often as you want.  Just gotta make
sure Dad is out of the way, that's all."

 Bo beamed.  "And whenever the swamp needs draining, if I haven't been over
to tap it recently enough, just come over and ask.  I'll take care of you
anytime, day or night.  It's my new mission."

 "Deal.  But no fucking.  I'm not that desperate, and your ass doesn't turn
me on enough, to get past the yuck factor."

 Bo decided to be patient.  If he took his time, he expected that Judge
would weaken on that score.  His ego wouldn't be able to resist being the
one who took his brother's anal cherry, and after that, he'd surely want
more.

 For the moment, he'd invited Judge over that night to watch some porn,
planning to make it bi-porn, so that Judge would have the opportunity to
watch a couple of guys getting it on, but with a chick present to soften
the impact of it.  This was the reason for his industrious, optimistic
room-cleaning.  Judge was more of a neat-freak than he was, and he wanted
the setting to be just right.  He made the bed with clean sheets, and piled
pillows and bolsters in the center of his headboard for his brother to
recline on.  He expected that he himself would be mostly on his stomach,
straddling Judge's thighs, blowing his brother's horn while Judge enjoyed
the show (and hopefully got curious about other forms of man-sex).  The
bottle of K-Y Jelly he had bought at Rite-Aid, with much embarrassment, was
set out on the nightstand.

 The parents obliged by announcing they were watching some chick-flick
after dinner.  The two boys groaned on cue and retreated to their loft.  By
8:00 they were stretched out together naked on Bo's bed, clicking the
remote to start the porn flick.  By 8:30, Bo lay between his brother's
legs, sucking his dick.  This time, he made it last, by trying every new
technique he could think of.  Judge seemed to appreciate them all, and
appeared to be in no hurry.  He watched the video presentation without
comment, even the male-on-male parts.  He pointedly noticed the lube, made
a wry grimace at Bo, and lay back to enjoy his blow-job.  That was it:
forty-five minutes of cock-sucking practice, with two shots of cum, but no
anal sex whatsoever.  Within all that sucking, there was a lot of licking,
ball-washing, and tonguing, so that Bo took plenty of opportunities to rest
his jaws.  The final fifteen minutes was the intense part, bringing Judge
up to the point of the final ejaculation.  If a normal session was
practice, this was a cock-sucking lab.

 When Judge finally released his pent-up jism, it was like a tonsil
power-washer.  Bo swallowed as fast as he could, reserving some of the last
blast to savor.  He crawled up to lie beside his brother for the last
half-hour of film, thinking Judge would slink off as soon as possible, now
that he had gotten his nut.  But he didn't.  He stayed through to the end,
and even reached down to fondle Bo's balls as Bo jacked himself off during
the final gay sex scene, a doggy-style fuck.  Judge watched it all, without
comment.

 "See, this is a bareback vid, but that guy's dick comes out clean," Bo
pointed out.  Judge just grunted.  As he got up to go to his room, Judge
gave his brother a sweet kiss on the top of his head.  Not particularly
romantic, but for Judge, a giant step in the display of affection.  Bo was
well content.  Yet he made the decision to commence a plan on another
front.  If Judge wouldn't bust his butt, maybe someone else would....

 In the morning, Bo's alarm went off fifteen minutes early, its
now-established time, and he went over to Judge's room to wake him with
oral ministrations.  It was a happy waking, and Judge obligingly filled his
mouth in the allotted fifteen minutes, with the reminder that Judge had
baseball practice after school and would not be available for another blow
until after dinner.  Bo topped the morning serving off with a bowl of
Cheerios, and he was all set nutritionally for his school day.

 But at lunch, Bo calculatingly noted when Alex Moseley, one of the
school's known (or assumed) homosexuals, got up from the table of mainly
lower echelon girls he was sitting with and headed for the tray return
window.  Timing his arrival perfectly, Bo was at Alex's elbow as the two
dropped paper-ware into the refuse can.  Bo greeted Alex cheerfully.

 Bo had never been mean to either Alex or Sean, but still, Alex looked a
trifle surprised at the greeting.  Bo was not at the height of high-school
royalty, but he was among the peerage somewhere, mainly due to his older
brother's jock popularity.  Alex was about to become even more taken aback.

 "Say, Alex, you like sci-fi, don't you?  Man, I just got five new episodes
of the old Mystery Science Theater 3000 series, including a couple of real
classic gems.  My uncle got me started watching them a few years ago--they
can be really funny.  I'll probably watch some this afternoon.  You busy
after school today?  Want to come over and have a look with me?  It ought
to be good for a few good laughs."

 "Well, Bo, I was gonna ride out to the mall with a few friends, but shit,
man--I think they're mainly trying on new shades of lipstick, and that
could be cool hanging with you for a while--that is, if you're OK with
that...."

 "More than OK, Bud, I'm asking you.  Ride home with me?  I'll drop you at
your place after, or the mall if you like, whenever you need to be there."

 "Cool.  I'll come to your car."

 Fuck, that was easy, Bo thought.  Could've been getting lessons from the
pro all along.  The fag-hag club might not be happy about it, but they'd
get over it.  The lipstick judging could go on as an all-female event.

* * * * *

 "Judge and I don't wear clothes up here.  You OK with that?  He won't be
in until after five, though, baseball practice, so it's just us.  But if he
did come in, he'd strip first thing."  Bo didn't wait for a response, but
began to slip out of his threads.  An accomplished nudist, he was naked in
under ten seconds.  Alex hardly had a chance to blink.

 "Um.  Well, yeah, I guess.  Damn, man.  You get naked quick."

 "You don't have to if you don't want to.  Would you rather I wore boxers?"

 Alex laughed.  "No, I'd rather your brother and his whole team came in and
stripped naked with us!  Shit, did I say that out loud?  Bo, you got me all
flustered, man.  You don't even know how hot you look naked, do you?"

 Now Bo blushed.  Suddenly, he felt on stage.  Alex began to pull his shirt
over his head.

 "But Bo, fuck, Man, this has to stay quiet.  Too many guys at school
already tease me for being kind of a sissy.  I just want to be one of the
guys, but somehow, it doesn't work out too well.  I guess because I'm not
very good at sports."

 'Or because you're a flamin' femme and hang out with the fat girls,' Bo
thought, involuntarily.  But he felt sympathetic, anyway.

 Alex was dropping his shorts, and Bo saw that he wore very brief
underwear, and that he was tanned right up to the string of it.

 "You know Alex, even without sports, you have a nice, slim body.  No fat
to speak of.  You just need to get some muscle on those biceps, build up
your chest, maybe get a little six-pack ripple going on the abs--a couple
months of weight training, and you'd be pretty manly, Bud.  Where do you go
for that tan?"

 "This one is from that salon down on Mayhew Street, but in the summer, I
go out to the reservoir, back in the back.  Bo, that's nice of you to say,
but if I went to the gym, well, that would be just begging for trouble.  No
way I'm going into a locker room full of sweaty, muscular guys.  They'd
make hamburger of this beginner beef-cake, in five minutes.  Worse, even if
they just left me alone, I'd get my head flushed in the toilet on my own."
He noticed Bo's quizzical look.  "I'd get a hard on as soon as I walked in
there."

 Bo laughed.  He wasn't quite ready to confess that he had the same
problem, but this was going to be easier than he'd expected.  Alex's
openness inspired him to be likewise.

 "Look over to your left, Alex."  In the far corner, there was a free
weights rack and a weight bench.  "Judge works out in the gym half the
time, but mostly, I do it here.  Sometimes, Judge and a few friends lift
here, too, but not that much.  Why don't you come over and try it with me?
We could both use a spotter.  We can start later this afternoon, after some
video.  I promise, I won't flush your head in the john--though now that
you've planted the idea, I'm tempted."  They both laughed easily, beginning
to get more comfortable together, especially being casually naked together.

 "I don't want you ruining your reputation at school over me, Bo.  I know
how bad that can be."

 "Fuck that.  Here, swap phones.  Put your number in mine, and I'll put
mine in yours.  Also, Judge and I never lock that back stairway door.  Come
in and use the equipment whenever you want to.  I usually do it right after
school when I don't have a practice, or early morning when school is out.
Right now, my teams are all through for the school term.  But I'll tell
Judge you might drop by.  Don't be too shocked if he and a few others are
in there naked, pumping."

 Alex grinned.  "I might stay for quite a while, in that case."

 "Maybe they'd like to do a little extra pumping, then."  Bo made hip
thrusts, causing his limp dick to flop up and down.  Alex sighed.

 "My mind tells me, 'yes, yes,' but my scaredy-cat guts say, 'run like
hell.'  I'm really a virgin, Bo.  I mean, I take all the shit for being
queer, but I've never actually done anything to BE queer.  How's that for
fair?"

 "Not at all.  Let's watch some comedy.  We can talk more later."

 So the two sprawled, naked, on the overstuffed sofa in the entertainment
section of the room and laughed their asses off to the silliness and inane
commentary of MST3000, supplemented by their own witticisms.  Bo was
surprised how comfortable he was with Alex, who seemed to be a genuinely
nice guy, as well as creative and comical.  Just sitting, non-sexually,
nude with another person works wonders for building familiarity and
equality.  After an hour of hilarity, Bo began to make his move.  He laid a
hand on Alex's skinny knee.  Alex looked over questioningly, but made no
comment.  Bo gently massaged the knee, and gradually moved up the thigh a
bit.

 "Alex, can I trust you?  You don't have a grudge against me from back in
middle school, do you?"

 Alex nodded, smiling.  "You can.  If I had a grudge, I'd have gotten even
long before now."

 "Well, you talk to girls, right.  Girls talk to everybody.  This has to be
to-the-grave, OK?"  "Don't confess to a rape or murder, then.  Otherwise,
no problem.  The girls I hang with tell me who's fucking who, not the other
way around.  'Cause guys don't confide in me about that.  The girls use me
for one piece of information only.  How big are guys' dicks.  That's all
they want to know.  Your reputation is very solid, by the way.  You're in
the top ten."

 "Lot of good that does me.  Fact is, I'm not interested in using it on any
of those girls.  I'm more into guys, Alex, probably those other nine you
were just reporting on."  Alex's dick was growing rapidly, just from Bo's
touch on his thigh.  "Are you one of them, by any chance?"  It was starting
to look like Alex might be: his boner was filling out pretty
substantially. "And how in hell do you know?"

 "They don't ask about me, and I don't report.  But I think I'm about
number eight.  You're six."  He laughed.  "Don't worry about it--I make it
my business to know."

 "And we're both still growing, we might add."  That got a laugh from Alex.

 "We hope," he added.

 "Well, here it is.  I never would have dreamed I'd actually be ahead of
you in sexual experience.  I mean, I assumed, stupidly, I know, that you
were getting into guys' pants right and left, and them in yours.  But me,
I've been sucking cock for exactly two days.  But it looks like it'll be a
regular thing."

 "I don't suppose I could ask whose dick you've been sucking?"

 "Not for the present.  You may figure it out soon enough."

 "I have a scary feeling I already may have."

 "Well, leave it at that for now.  Anyway, my new cocksman draws the line
at fucking my ass.  I'm looking for another nominee for the job, and I
thought of you.  Now, I'm not so sure--I kind of want the dude to have a
little experience at hunching his hips, you know?"

 "Or we could learn on each other.  I kind of suspect that's been done
before."

 "Yeah, maybe.  I'll think about it.  For now, we still may be able to help
one another out some, stud.  If you've never sucked a cock, well, I have!
And I have a cock that's never been sucked.  What a combination!"

 Alex grinned.  "Bo, you've already helped me out by inviting me over and
treating me like a fellow human being.  Thanks for that.  Anything more is
gravy."

 "Speaking of...let's go back to my room and spill some gravy together.  By
now, Judge could come in any time, and when he does, he could have someone
with him."

 "We wouldn't want that!"

 Bo stood and helped Alex to his feet with a friendly pull.  They went back
to Bo's room and spontaneously assumed a 69 position on his bed.  Each
found himself staring into the weepy eye of the other boy's hard, straight,
"top ten in the class" cock.  Bo grabbed Alex's and licked the drop of pree
off the end.  It was salty and pleasant, as Judge's and his own were.  He
opened wide and let the warm phallus slide into his mouth.  He felt warm
wetness enfold his own dick head down below.  They were off on the ride
together, slurping, licking, lipping, and hand-jacking one another to their
hearts' content.  Neither was trying for a quick result.  They were
tasting, exploring, learning, enjoying.

 Bo found Alex's cock to be tasty and pleasant to suck.  Its head was not
as large as Judge's (or his own), nor the shaft as thick, but it was
straight and smooth right down to the root.  Alex had dark honey-colored
pubes, just one shade darker than that on his head.  His chest sported
growths surrounding his tits, and there was a little widening trail
descending from his navel.  As Bo's tongue slid beneath his unshaved balls,
he found another swath between the thighs and swooping up Alex's crack, not
dissimilar to his and Judge's.  He made a note to suggest later that the
two of them trim one another in the licking zone.  But he was not really
turned off by the hair--it seemed masculine and appropriate for a sexually
mature male.

 There was a dinging sound from Judge's room, and then Judge himself
appeared on the small monitor at bedside.  Judge had left it there the
previous night.  Momentarily, they heard Judge's bathroom door open and the
shower start running.

 "Suck harder, man, he might come in here afterward," Bo warned.  They
really went to town, then, on one another's dick-heads.  They'd been
hovering at the brink of orgasm for some time, and it didn't take much to
push them over.  Both shot very respectable loads into waiting mouths
within a minute.  After allowing the final dribbles to drain from Alex's
tube, Bo cleaned it up a bit and rotated up to lie beside Alex, on his
back, with ankles crossed.  Alex leaned down to finish his own site
clean-up, and then he rejoined Bo, with his head on the pillow.  He sighed
contentedly.

 "Well...that was--interesting."

 "Your first blow job, and it was just 'interesting?'"

 "Totally in terms of fabulousness, of course.  Incredible, wonderful, and
interesting."

 "That's more like it.  You did great, by the way.  You dove right into
it."

 "In my head, I've done it a million times.  Many of those times, on your
dick, which turned out to be just as I imagined it, maybe even better.
Because in my mind, I figured dicks would be kind of smelly and
bitter-tasting.  Yours was not like that at all.  Happy surprise."

 "Who else have you sucked in your mind?"

 "Oh, you could guess.  Your brother.  Larry Carson.  Mike Singleton.
Parker Warren and that hot younger brother of his.  Taylor Justice...."  He
went on to name the hottest, hunkiest half of the football team, plus a few
select members of other sports teams."

 "You like the jocks, eh?"

 "And all those guys who have rejected me cruelly in the past.  Pathetic,
huh."

 "Sad.  For them as well as you.  Well, us.  Most of those guys would give
a nut for a blow job like we can give, and like I bet no girl in the county
would give."

 Just then, there was a vigorous knocking at the bathroom door, followed
immediately by it bursting open and admitting Judge, naked, damp, and
toweling his wet head, covering his eyes.

 "Hey pube-breath, I was just wondering if maybe you were interested in a
quick blow-...oh, sorry, Bo, I didn't realize you had a guest.  Hi, Alex,"
he ended with a chastened tone.

 "Come on in, testicle-brain.  Sure, I might be interested in what you have
to offer--provided that Alex here can do it with me.  Turns out, he has
even less practice than I have, and he could use a good practice dummy,
too.  You're certainly dumb enough.  What do you say?"

 Alex looked startled, inquisitive, and eager at the same time, but he said
nothing.

 "Fuck, Bo, Day Two and you already spill your guts."

 "Actually, you're the one blabbing, brother.  Luckily, it will turn out
for the best, I think.  We can trust Alex here, and he will prove to be a
major asset to our arrangement.  Right, Alex?"

 "If your arrangement involves me sucking Judge's cock, sure, count me in.
That is the arrangement, isn't it?"

 "Alex, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I swear, I will sew your
asshole shut and feed you beans."  "Damn.  A horrible fate.  Don't worry, I
can keep my mouth shut at the appropriate times.  Also open it pretty wide
at other times.  You want me to show you?"

 "I guess both of you can show me together.  The open part now, the shut
part forever after outside of this room."

 Alex and Bo parted like the Red Sea and allowed Judge to occupy the dry
land between them.

 "You start, while I talk," Bo said.  Alex obediently leaned over and took
Judge's flaccid member, which did not remain flaccid long, into his eager
mouth.

 "Judge, Alex and I have been practicing sixty-nine together.  It's his
first time, and he's not bad at all already.  We're also going to spot one
another on the weights, because he wants to beef up some, and I'm still
working at it, too.  But get this: we're warming up to fucking.  He hasn't
ever done it before, but maybe we can learn together.  He's going to pop my
cherry for me, and me his, too, so you are off the hook on that.  Don't
worry, my ass will still be available, if you decide you want it.  Just no
pressure."

 "And mine, too," Alex raised up to say.

 Judge's face was a study: incredulous, dubious, a bit disdainful--was that
jealousy?  Alex didn't see, because he was face-down on Judge's pubes, but
Judge looked a bit suspiciously at the top of his head, and glanced
questioningly at Bo.

 "So this is all--as of today?"

 "Yeah, Bro.  What do you think?"

 "Hell, man, it's your ass.  Both your asses.  Whatever."

 "Well, you did turn mine down flat."

 Judge's expression said he did not want to be reminded of that just then.
Bo busied himself getting into the job of sucking.  He attacked Judge's
sack with his mouth as Alex continued to dance the pole dance above him.
Occasionally, they met in a quick kiss which Judge pretended not to notice.

 "But I would think that you might want someone first who, say, has a clue
how to fuck SOMEBODY.  I mean, you don't want your first penetration to be
ruined by some rank amateur's inexperience."

 "Yeah, well.  Let me know if you think of somebody who would qualify, and
who hasn't turned us down already."

 Bo gently pulled Judge's knees up, bringing his feet up over his own
shoulders.  He began to work the region beneath his brother's sack.

 "Holy shit, man, what the fuck are you doing down there.  That is...man,
that is awesome.  I can't believe you are doing that to ...oh, fuck...oh
damn fuck..." His commentary faded off into nonsense monosyllables.  Bo
spit heavily onto his first digit and slipped it smoothly into his
brother's butthole.  Judge gasped loudly.

 "This is called a prostate massage, Bro.  Just read about it last night.
It's perfectly legitimate, not a gay thing at all, just a guy thing.  Your
girl-friends, if they are worth dating at all, should be doing this for
you."

 "God fucking damn.  Jesus.  Are you fucked up in the head?  No girl I know
would do a thing like that.  Except maybe Mary Beth Morgan, and she has
every cootie known to science....Oh, shit.  Right there.  Do that some
more, just like that.  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.  I...I gotta..., oh shit man!"
His hips elevated abruptly, made two quick pelvic thrusts into Alex's
throat, tripping his gag reflex briefly, and then with a loud groan, Judge
trembled, his cock dark red and harder than it had ever been, as he fired
great globs of prostatic fluid and semen into Alex's craw.  His gasps
continued on a lower scale as his clenched hips descended to the mattress
again.  A small rivulet of cum dribbled down his sack from the base of his
cock, where it had escaped from Alex's gulping mouth.  Bo licked it up and
consumed it.

 Judge exhaled loudly as he seemed to deflate onto the mattress, all but
his grossly engorged dick.  He fell silent.

 "Did we kill him?" asked Alex nervously.

 "Don't think so.  I think we sucked all the fluid out of him.  I'll get
him a Coke."

 When he returned from the fridge down the hall, Judge's eyes were
fluttering, and he was breathing again.  He sat up to sip gratefully.

 "Damn.  Fuck.  I can't take too much of that shit.  That was the strongest
cum I ever had, way far.  When are you coming back over, Alex? "

 "Most afternoons, I guess.  We have a lot of lifting and practicing to
do."

 "I don't know.  If you get much better at this shit, you may really kill
someone."

 "You lie there and rest a bit, Stud.  We're going for another shower."

 "And then I'm heading home.  I can't run around naked there, though.  You
guys have it good."

 "For sure, I have it good," mumbled Judge.

 The call to dinner came right after Bo returned from driving Alex home.
Judge hobbled down, in shorts and tee, as if he'd just done a min-marathon.
He was pretty quiet during dinner, but Bo caught him looking his way
thoughtfully several times.

* * * * *

 At a quarter to ten, Bo was just getting up to go next door and offer
Judge his good-night blow-job, when Judge appeared at Bo's open door.

 "Ready for a blow, then?" Bo asked.

 Judge sat hesitantly on the edge of Bo's bed.

 "Umm, I've been thinking."  He paused.  "You know, you did ask me to be
your first back-door guest.  Maybe I was rash in refusing out of hand.
After all, everything you've done for me has been really good.
Mind-blowing, actually, each thing better than the last.  So I'm thinking,
'what the fuck.'  You are my brother, after all.  I should be able to do a
little thing like that for you.  Alex, too, why not.  So your turn could
come as early as tonight, if you want, but we'd need to wait until eleven
or so, after the folks have definitely gone to bed.  Or, we could do it
tomorrow, which is Friday night, no school.  Up to you."

 Inwardly, Bo exulted.  His little strategy involving Alex had worked
perfectly.  He feigned agreeable nonchalance.  "Oh, tomorrow is better.
I'm not prepped for tonight, and I want it to be special.  I'll invite Alex
to stay over, and you can do both of us then.  You're good for a two-fer,
aren't you?"  Still taking little jabs at his brother's ego.

 "Of course, Bo.  I'll do each of you twice if you like.  You aren't going
to get jealous, watching me fuck Alex's lights out, are you?"

 "Not at all.  I was planning to do him myself, you know.  It'll be a
turn-on to help me get ready to saddle up with you a second time."

 Judge continued to sit on the side of the bed, but his dick was starting
to plump a bit.

 "Something else, then?"

 "Well, you did mention a blow job...."

 Bo laughed.  "How could I forget that?  Slide on up."

 And he commenced to give his brother a twenty-minute free ticket to
paradise.





* * * * *



 Next morning, Bo did not go over to blow his brother's horn.  At
breakfast, Judge was particularly cranky, causing their mother even to
comment.  Bo, while she was distracted, got permission to invite a friend
for overnight without even having to explain who it was.  Outside, Judge
complained, "Where were you this morning?  I need to get off before
school!"

 "Tonight, you need to be in top form, stud.  You have to cum at least four
times, in fairly short succession.  We can't have you doing the limp lizard
on us at the crucial moment."

 "When was I ever limp?" Judge hissed.  So Bo had to lean over and suck his
brother off as he drove, on the way to school.  He was just cleaning up as
they entered the parking lot, cutting it dangerously close.

 "What the fuck were you doing down in the floorboard as you pulled in,
Dweeb?" asked Parker, one of Judge's baseball teammates, who was standing
nearby.

 "Oh.  Looking for my pen, of course.  Found it."  Bo held aloft his pen,
snatched from his shorts pocket.  Judge shrugged and smiled, and Parker
looked a bit puzzled, but suspicious.

 After school, Bo and Alex worked out on the free weights.  Next, they took
a hot shower together.  Then, they took turns trimming one another's body
hair, such as there was of it.  Both looked spectacular and utterly
lickable, not that Judge was likely to fall for it.  There was no blow-job
for Judge before dinner.  He came in just at mealtime, finding them already
in shorts and tees and ready to go down for dinner.

 Their mom seemed surprised to see Alex at the table, but faked expecting
him fairly well.  She commented that it was not easy keeping up with
traffic in the house all the time, with so many of the kids' friends in and
out.  Alex was friendly and mannerly, and made an impression on both
parents.  After dinner, they went up to the Lair, where the two bottom boys
played internet games, while Judge went to a movie with a couple of his
buds.  "See you 'round eleven," he whispered in the foyer.

 "Be alone, Pee-brain."

 Judge looked at him reproachfully.

 Yet at 10:45, they heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs.  Bo
glanced at the monitor, still at his bedside, and said, "Well, fuck.  It's
Mr. Brain-dead AND Mr. Dick-head Parker.  We'll have to postpone."

 "Parker Warren?  Class pussy hound?  Number two total cock score for
length, girth, balance, and overall beauty in the senior class?"

 "Shit, man, who's number one?"

 "Andrew Ringer, but he's joined at the hip with Wanda Blanchette.  We'd
never get in his pants."

 "Nor Parker's, either.  I wonder what happened that Shit-for-Brains
couldn't manage to ditch him."

 Shit-for-Brains himself rapped on the door seconds later, and let himself
in.

 "Guys, Parker is with me," he said conspiratorially.

 "So I saw.  We already pushed the 'abort' button on the evening cherry
plan."

 "No, it's cool.  He's in.  He's going to help."

 "Oh, fuck, Judge, please don't tell me you blabbed to him, of all people.
He'll tell the whole school!  What in fuck possessed you to...."

 "Shut up, Bo, I had to!  He saw your head over my lap this morning.  He
razzed me about it all day at school.  He finally told me his brother Will
does the same for him, and that's why he was so sure that was what you were
doing.  So, over the whole day of high pressure, he finally got it out of
me, the whole plan.  He wants to help, take one cherry and then top off the
other one whose cherry I took.  He swears, if we let him take part, he'll
take it to the grave."

 "Will Warren sucks cock???" Alex almost shrieked.  "Damn, he's hot!"  Will
was a grade below them, but big, athletic, and A&F handsome.

 "Well, he sucks Parker's at least.  That's all I..."

 "Absolutely not.  I don't trust that fucker one little bit..." began Bo,
but Alex broke in, too.

 "Easy, Bo, listen.  If we do let him, he has to keep the secret.  He'll be
complicit.  But if we don't, he knows, and he can tell, keeping himself out
of it.  No one would ever believe if we tried to taint him with it, too.
We'd be screwed."

 Judge looked smug.  "I'm glad one of you is smart.  That's exactly what I
thought."

 In a moment, he added, "Plus, one day next week, he's going to loan Will
to me for a few hours.  You guys could benefit from that, too, you know."

 "And?  What's the rest of that deal?"

 "Only if you agree.  If you want to, you could go over to Parker's for the
afternoon.  But it's up to you."  Judge sort of stammered uncertainly.

 "Oh, fuck.  It's all settled, he traded me to Parker for Will.  Now I'm
meat in the market."

 "Chill, Bo, I'll go if you don't want to.  Let's deal with tonight first.
Judge, who does Bo and who does me?"

 "Well, we thought I should do Bo, since he's my brother, and then Parker
could do you.  But then, we swap.  So you get to sample both."

 "Fine. I'm in."  Alex sounded downright excited.

 Both boys looked at Bo.

 "Bring it on.  What choice do I have?  Where is this genital paragon?"

 "Waiting in my room.  You guys ready?  Give me five minutes to get us
naked and fluffed, and we'll join you"

 The young bottoms used four of those minutes to get their bums lubed and
sphincters stretched.  When Judge and Parker entered, both sporting
impressive erections, they found Bo and Alex leaning on the headboard of
the bed, legs sprawled, looking interested but apprehensive.

 Parker was a stud, no doubt about it.  He was an inch taller than Judge,
and his shoulders were an inch wider.  His cock, which stood straight out
from his crotch, was an inch longer.  Hell, he had an inch on the studly
Judge just about everywhere, except maybe waist and feet.  His hair was
darker, and his chest more decorated with it, but his back and butt were
almost smooth, just a narrow swath up between the cheeks.

 "I think you both know Parker," said Judge.  As the boys nodded, Parker
tried to placate Bo a bit, speaking to both, "Guys, I know this is not what
you were expecting, me being here.  And Bo, I realize I haven't always been
as friendly as I ought to with you.  I've thought of you as just Judge's
little brother.  But you're not so little, and you are a person in your own
right--I should never have discounted you like that.  It's very big of you
to put that aside and let me join you here, and I really appreciate it.  I
promise, I will keep this situation completely confidential, and I'll do my
best to give both of you a good, solid ride tonight.  It'll even be good
practice for me, because...well, there's someone else, a guy, that I've
sort of been planning to break in, too."

 There was a moment of silence.  Alex looked at Bo, deferring to him as the
more aggrieved of the two.  "Yeah, how about Will?  What are you going to
tell him?"

 Parker looked a bit perplexed.  How to include Will in a trade, yet keep
it secret, too, had not occurred to him.  Finally, he took a big breath.
"I'll tell him whatever you want me to tell him.  I know he'll want to get
together with Judge here.  I'll keep you totally out of it, Bo, if you say
so."

 "I want him told the truth.  That's what I want for myself, after all."

 "OK.  I prefer that, too.  Alex, does that suit you?"

 Alex nodded.  "You can tell him about me.  But no one else, without my
approval."

 There was a sense of relief in the room.  Judge spoke up, "Now, as to the
project at hand..., how shall we proceed?  Personally, I'd like one at a
time, so we can all watch."

 The three others murmured assent.

 "So who's first?"  There was a silence for several seconds.

 "Well, Judge and Bo are brothers.  That makes them the main event in my
book.  So they should be, shall we say, the climactic event, putting me and
Parker first as the warm-up act."

 "Great way to put it.  I think you and Parker will warm us all up."

 "Especially me," said Parker.  He paused.  "But at this point, I realize I
have no clue how to do this thing."

 "Not a problem.  You have the piece of equipment Alex needs," Bo gestured
at Parker's oversize male unit, "and Alex DOES know exactly what to do with
it.  Just lie back and let him handle it."

 And handle it, Alex did.  Smiling confidently, he grasped Parker's big
dick and led him to the foot of the bed, then pushed him in the center of
the chest to make him fall backward.  "Scoot on up," he directed.  Parker
spread his legs on his own.  His center tent-pole soared above the juncture
of legs and torso.  He watched, lustfully, as Alex crawled up to it and
took the head of it into his mouth.  It looked like that would be all he
could handle, but he opened wider somehow, and took half the thing in.  It
looked amazing, like a sword-swallowing trick, only so much thicker.  He
pulled off, then pressed again, and three-quarters went down.

 "Fuck, man, where is that going?" marveled Judge.

 Bo just shook his head in amazement.

 Alex pulled off to say, "Parker, you can have more of that any time, stud.
For now, I'm going to move on, because I don't want you cumming so early
and spoil the main event."

 Parker gulped.  He looked stunned.  Finally, he said, " As my new best
friend, I can clear my calendar for you any time."

 Alex crawled up and straddled his waist, in the Cowgirl position.  He
reached back and grasped Parker's cock, and placed it at his rectum.  Judge
and Bo watched, rapt, from the foot of the bed.

 "Here, let me help guide it," blurted Bo.  He moved to the side and took
over management of the big rocket, leaving Alex free to lay his own hands
on his thighs and focus on lowering his hips.  He came down a couple of
inches, and his sphincter amazingly opened to admit the engorged purple
cock-head.

 Alex remained silent, but he had a look of tense concentration on his
face.

 "You're in," Judge said to both of them.

 Parker groaned, "No kidding.  I'm dyin' to buck up my hips."

 "Hold on, not yet," Bo cautioned.  Alex descended another two inches.
"How you feel, Bud?"

 "Stretched.  Full."

 "You're gonna get fuller.  You're not even halfway down."

 Alex took a deep breath and held it.  He lowered his ass another inch, Bo
moving his fingers down to accommodate the descent.  He came down more.

 "Gotta let it settle in some," he said.  He held still.

 "It feels like a vise around my cock.  I mean in the best possible way,"
Parker said softly.

 Judge leaned over and began to fondle his friend's scrotum.  Parker's head
fell back and his mouth hung open.  He let out a prolonged sigh.  Everyone
resolved separately to act as if this was perfectly normal behavior on the
part of the two straight buds.

 Alex began to make small circles, gently, just opening things up a bit
more.  He lifted, then lowered an inch or two, several times.  The fourth
time, he lowered an additional inch.  After a pause, he took a big breath,
and just sat down.

 Parker's entire schlong was buried deep in his butt.

 "Wow," said Judge.

 Bo was momentarily speechless.  Then, "So how is it?" he asked.

 "Wonderful." Alex declared.  "But you'll find out for yourself in a
while."

 "I hope you're not just fooling with me to make me rip my ass up, too."

 Alex began to slide up and down the pole.  "More lube?" he asked.  Bo
applied a glob to the rigid member as Alex slid up, then back down to
smooth it on.  He began to move faster.

 "Holy Mother of God," mumbled the religiously observant Parker.  He began
to wiggle his hips in sync with Alex's movements.

 Alex carefully began to rotate around, into the Reverse Cowgirl position,
keeping Parker's cock firmly imbedded throughout the maneuver.

 "OK, Stud, now I'm going to let you get in on the action," he said.  Turn
onto your side with me."

 As Parker turned, Alex leaned with him, onto his elbow.  In short order,
the two lay side by side, with Parker' prong still inserted into its
hard-earned slot.  Now, he could hunch freely, and Alex could receive the
thrusts comfortably.  They continued this for several minutes.

 "Damn, guys, this is picturesque.  I wish you could see it," Judge
commented.

 "Fuck, why did we not set up video recording equipment?" Bo lamented.

 "Because," said Alex, "the internet has enough of this shit without
including my ass in it.  I'm fine not seeing--I'm feeling."

 "Me, too," said Parker.  "You want me to cum inside you?"

 "Oh, yeah.  I want your swimmers, guy.  I want to be bred like a milk
cow....But one more move.  Hold on.  Let's pull up to Doggy style.  Which
is also bull and cow style."

 That time, the peg did come out of the slot, but Parker moved in behind
his partner and reinserted it easily, sliding all the way in on one push.

 "Oh, yeah," said Alex.  "Now, ride me hard.  Final stretch, man.  Fuck me.
Bring it home."

 "Hard?"  "Make me feel it.  Pound it."

 The 'thwack' of hips pounding buttocks filled the room.  There was also
the soon-to-be-familiar aroma of butt juices and male musk.  Parker was
earning his keep as stud now, topping his heifer.

 "Oh, fuck, this is hot," Judge stated.  He involuntarily laid his hand on
Parker's muscular butt and stroked it gently as it pounded Alex's.  Parker
ignored him.

 The pounding went on for several minutes.  Parker's balls slapped against
Alex's taint.  Then, gradually, his scrotum began to draw up, lifting his
balls high.  His face took on a look of intense concentration, and he
sweated profusely.  His face, neck, and upper torso turned a deeper red.
His head fell back, mouth gaping, his body went rigid, and he emitted a
low, guttural growl that ascended and increased in volume, as his hips
thrust deeply, but more slowly, into Alex's nether regions.  He was pumping
his seed into the former virgin's ass.

 "Oh, damn, that was good.  Strongest cum I ever had in my life."  Parker
slowly pulled his hips back, extracting his wet, rigid member from the
stretched tube.  The brothers stared at Alex's gaping anus, now showing a
deep red interior, and dripping a great glob of Parker's cum.  What should
have been disgusting was actually exciting and ascinating, almost like
watching a live birth.

 Alex remained rigidly in breeding position, his head hanging slightly.  Bo
moved around to check his face, which was frozen in a passionate grimace,
eyes shut.

 "You OK there?"

 Slowly, Alex nodded.  "Oh, yeah."

 "You gonna be able to take another one in a bit?"

 "Oh yeah.  Any time."

 "Parker, how 'bout you?" Judge queried.  "You OK?  Was it worth it?"

 "Man, it was amazing.  Awesome.  Fuck, do I have plans for my little
brother now."

 "And me, don't forget about me."

 "I can handle both of you, Alex.  Not to worry."

 "And me, too," said Judge.  "I want a piece of Alex, too.  Probably Will
also."

 "Well, shit, dude.  How about me?" asked Bo fretfully.

 "Every day, if it's what Parker says it is."

 "I'll pick up any slack there, Bo," promised Parker.

 Alex changed the subject.  "Don't we have a main event coming up?"

 Judge and Bo exchanged a lusty, but hesitant, look.  "Guess we do," Judge
said.  "How do you want it, Bro?"

 "Let's start out doggie.  Then, I'd like missionary."

 Judge gestured at the foot of the bed, and Bo crawled up into position.
It felt strange, baring his ass like that to his brother and two other
guys.  But it felt strangely liberating, too.  'This is me, this is who I
am,' he thought.  'My shitter has become a cunt, and it's not something to
hide anymore.  I'm queer and proud, and I offer it to men to use. Look all
you want, guys.'

 Out loud, he said, "Yeah, lube that baby up good," as Judge was slathering
slime onto his drill bit.  "The slicker the better, this time, anyway."

 Facing forward, he felt all eyes focused on his hole and Judge's pole.  He
felt the blunt, spongy end of it press against his rectum.  With a stretch
and a sharp pang, it popped in.  Judge paused, pressing his palms gently on
Bo's buttocks.

 "OK, there?"

 Bo nodded.  "Easy, though."

 Judge began to wiggle--in an inch, out, then in an inch and a half, then
out.

 "Damn," said Alex.  "That's beautiful."

 In a couple of minutes, Judge paused, fully imbedded into his brother's
muscular rump.

 "How's it feel?" Parker asked.

 "Damn good," said Judge.

 "Yeah," Bo agreed.  "Damn good! OK, now fuck me."

 Judge bore down hot and heavy, and gave his bro a royal fucking.  Bo
collapsed after several minutes, just holding up his rump for Judge to
drill.  The sounds of flesh-on-flesh and the aromas of bare male sex filled
the room, along with low grunts from Bo, and occasional appreciative
comments from Judge.  Both youths' skin glistened with a sheen of
perspiration, like well-bred, conditioned horses.  It was a carnal, bestial
scene, sexy and exciting both to experience and to observe.  At the climax,
Judge slowed his thrusting and quivered with spasms of release as he
unloaded his sperm deep in his brother's well-pounded gut.  The sheet was
already wet with Bo's spent seed, ejaculated moments earlier.

 "Damn, you guys are hot," said Alex.

 Judge's slick cock slid out of his brother's rectum with a wet plop.  He
sat on the bed and pulled himself up to prop on the headboard, still
breathing hard from his exertion.

 Parker was staring at Bo's gaping asshole.  His dick soared.

 "Hey, Bo, you ready for round 2, or do you need a break?"  After a pause,
gathering his wits, Bo responded, "Yeah, ready.  Have at it."

 Parker kneed up between Bo's legs and planted his swollen cock-head at the
puffy anus.  He gave a push, and his big dick slid all the way in like a
well-oiled machine fitting.

 "Oh, Jesus," Bo swore.  "That thing is BIG.  Real big."

 "Tell it," agreed Alex.

 Parker began pumping, and Bo commenced to sort of a low, guttural humming,
as the over-size phallus poled his guts deeply.

 "You OK, Bro?" Judge asked solicitously.

 "Yeah.  I'm good."

 Parker was slower on the spew this time around, so soon after creaming
Alex's gut.  After five minutes, he had Bo flip over onto his back and slip
a pillow under his hips to present his man-cunt at a comfortable angle.
Parker rammed right back in and continued hunching.  Bo's handsome feet
waved above the clenching ass muscles.

 Judge sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, patting the
mattress where he'd been reclining.  "Here, same position," he said to
Alex.  He stood, and Alex came around to lie beside Bo, sliding the other
pillow under his own buttocks.  Judge was stroking himself up a bit further
into rigid mode, topping off the lube on his dick for another entry.

 He slid his unit into Alex's hole smoothly and easily.  Very quickly,
there were two sets of steely buns rising and falling over the willing
midsections of the two younger men; two pairs of sexy male feet waving
above the pumping buttocks.  In a short time, two ejaculations of fresh
semen entered the bowels of the bottoms, amid groans and gasps of pleasure.
Alex shot semen all over his own chest just from the sheer ecstasy of being
plowed by one of his dream men, Judge.

 Afterward, the two studs, still nude, adjourned to the other bedroom for
some chaste shut-eye in the shared bed. The two bottoms, likewise
unattired, curled up together, too, except that Bo's hard cock, as yet
unrelieved, somehow entered Alex's unguarded asshole.

 Saying nothing, Alex simply lifted his top leg to accommodate the entry.
It was a slow and leisurely fuck, at least 15 minutes of easy,
deep-dicking, accelerating just at the end for a moment of pre-ejaculatory
pounding.  After Bo released his sperm, the two rested, still joined for a
moment, and then Alex rotated around to face his friend, kissing him
tenderly on the lips.

 "One week ago, if anyone had told me this could ever happen, I'd have
said, "I'll have some of whatever drug you're taking," he told Bo.  Bo
smiled, tightened his grip on Alex's upper body, and kissed back, just as
tenderly.

 "No drugs for us, Baby," he said.  "Just the sex, and maybe a little Rock
'n Roll."



* * * * *



 It was after ten in the morning before either pair of young men stirred.
Bo heard his phone beside the bed buzz, and he slowly raised up to squint
bleary eyes at it.

 "Dad playing golf.  Hannah at cheerleading clinic.  I'm out for errands.
Breakfast on stove.  On your own for lunch.  Love, Mom."

 Alex raised a rumpled head.  "'Sup?"

 "There's food in the kitchen, but no other family home.  I know my
brother, though.  He got that same message, and he'll be in here in a
minute with a big ol' hard-on. He expects a blow-job every morning--well,
now it may be more than a blow-job.  I'm going to go clean out the
poop-chute in case."

 "Yeah well, Parker see, Parker do.  I better too."

 "Together?"

 Alex shrugged.  "Why not?  We got no secret places left, Dude."

 The two adjourned to the john, where Alex emptied his colon in the small,
enclosed WC, while Bo adjusted the shower.  Then Bo took his turn on the
crapper, while Alex got a start in the shower.  When Parker staggered in
for a race-horse whiz, puffy-eyed, he found the younger two embracing in
the shower, water streaming off smooth, tanned limbs.

 "Shit.  You two an item now?" he mumbled.

 Alex pulled off Bo's parted lips for a moment, reflecting.

 "Dunno.  We'll see how it goes."  His lips returned to Bo's.  Their eyes
were closed, but both felt his presence as Parker stepped into the large
stall with them.

 "I don't kiss," Parker said.  The boys looked at him dubiously.  Parker
grinned.  "But I'll do everything else."

 Bo drew his brother's friend into their embrace, and Alex began to fondle
Parker's cock and balls.  The end result was the three of them, washed,
dried, and stimulated into hard-on's, piled onto Bo's bed, with Parker
poling Alex's guts, missionary position, while Bo held onto Parker's balls
and took swipes at his ass with his tongue, as it rose and fell
rhythmically.  Alex groaned and encouraged, "Yeah, fuck me.  Fuck me deep."

 Bo felt a warm hand on his butt.  His brother had entered the room
quietly.

 "You couldn't call me in to join you?" Judge complained.

 "You were dead to the world, Dude.  We showered, hint, hint," said
Parker. Judge disappeared for five minutes, but very soon, the other three
still in the same positions, Bo felt strong, damp arms surround him and
pull his hips toward a very hard, very slick pole of manly flesh.  It
rubbed at the entrance of his bung-hole for a few strokes, and then began
to push its way inside.

 "Am I ever going to get to blow you any more now?"

 "Don't be stupid.  Of course you are.  You're just going to get fucked a
lot, too."

 Bo smiled into Parker's fur-ringed asshole.  Damn, what a difference a day
can make.  Yesterday, Judge was never going to dip his wick in Bo's stinky
hole in a million years.  Today, Judge was balls deep, while Bo tongued the
pucker of his macho friend, who was likewise fucking the Class Queer
beneath him.  Wonders never cease.

 Judge gently rotated his brother around to lie beside Alex, and the two
got bred again in tandem.  This time was less of a competition for the two
studs, each savoring and enjoying the sensations of deep-thrusting soft,
warm, slick man-puss.

 "You are so tight, " marveled Parker to Alex.  "When I fuck Maryanne or
Brittany, I hardly touch the sides, they're so loose.

 "That's partly because the whole team is fucking them," murmured Judge,
pressing his hips into his brother, "but remember, their cunts have to let
babies out.  These don't."

 "Yeah, I don't want to think about what these cunts DO let out.  Not
having to worry about making a baby, though, that's damn sure a plus."

 Parker bred his heifer first, having gotten a head start, and he lay back
next to Alex to watch his friend finish up on Bo.

 "Dude, I hope you don't take this wrong, but you are hot as hell, fucking
your bro like that.  It turns me on big time to watch.  You have a fine,
sexy body for a guy, well both of you do."

 Judge said nothing, but he smiled and his whole body seemed to glow,
muscles rippling beneath smooth, flawless, youthful skin.  In another
moment, he grimaced as he shot his seed into Bo.

 "Now, that's the way to begin a day."

 "Yeah, I can agree with that," Bo chimed in.

 "Me, too," the others chorused.





THE PRACTICE DUMMY

by Kevin Donovan



CHAPTER THREE



HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH? NO ONE KNOWS.





 Will Warren passed Bo in the hallway at school on Monday three times.
Each time, he lifted his eyebrows conspiratorially and nodded.  The third
time, he gave Bo a light clap on the shoulder.  The boys were far from
strangers, but this was fairly unusual.

 'Parker has been talking to Will,' concluded Bo.

 At the end of the day, Bo lurked near Will's locker, and waited while Will
talked to Ben Morrison, whose locker was next to his.  Ben left, and Bo
sauntered over.

 After customary greetings, Bo got to the point.

 "Come out to the car with me?  Got something to talk over."

 Will nodded, looking relieved.

 The two walked quietly until they were certain they were out of earshot,
approaching the vehicle.

 "How long you been blowing your brother?" Bo began.

 Will gave Bo a slightly piqued look, as if ready with a sharp retort, as
he certainly would have delivered a week earlier.  But Bo had been right:
Parker and Will HAD been talking, and Will was fully apprised of the events
of the last weekend.  He also knew what was scheduled for the coming
weekend.  He was trapped.

 "Um... maybe two weeks."

 "Same here, me and Judge."

 "Did those two get together and plan this, you think?"  "No.  I approached
Judge, not the other way.  And he didn't go along with it right away.
Parker just found out late last week, I'm pretty sure of it."

 "Well, it was Park who came on to me.  I was shocked."

 In the quiet of the parked car, the story of Will's seduction was
divulged.

 "You know, we share a room in the basement, off the rec room.  I came in,
it was on Tuesday afternoon, kind of late, and Parker was layin' on his
bed, buck naked.  Had a huge hard-on.  We are used to seeing each other
naked, changing and showering and stuff, and he took to sleeping that way,
and going commando, a month or so ago.  But not hard, or jacking, or
anything.  He was holding his dick so it stood straight up, just showing it
off to me.  Man, that thing is huge...."



* * * * * *



 "Put that thing away," Will said, "before you put somebody's eye out."
Park just laughed, and pointed it at his younger brother.

 "Why don't you come over and get a GOOD look," he said.

 "Fuck you.  I don't need to get a look at your big ol' dick, to know it's
nasty and you're a fuckin' pervert."

 "Why are you looking at it now, then? You look at it every chance you get.
You're fascinated by it.  You wish you had one just like it.  Oh, yours is
nice enough, I guess, but it'll never be this big, I don't think.  It's
pretty, I admit, my Tower of Power. Tall and thick. Go ahead--check it out.
Smell it and taste it."

 Will was busted, and he knew it.  He had hoped Parker wouldn't notice his
long glances when Parker was undressing or returning from the shower.  He
hoped the fact that Parker seemed to stay naked in the room longer and
longer meant he either wasn't aware of the ogling or just plain didn't
care.  He did have a dick to be proud of, worth showing off.

 But Will didn't go down easy.  He got belligerent.  He threatened to go to
their parents to demand a separate room from his pervert brother.  Parker
got up and came towards him, and Will took a swing at him.  The two
scuffled, and in the end, the naked Parker had a clothed Will pinned on the
bed, red-faced, blubbering and cursing.

 Equally red-faced, but triumphant, Parker held his brother down by the
wrists, and straddled his abdomen.  His pecker went down during the
struggle, but it was not long before it began to lengthen again.  Parker
spoke directly into his brother's face:

 "Now, listen, Fucker, and listen good.  Shut up your baby whining and
listen to me.  I DON'T CARE.  I don't care if you like dick, you hear me?
I don't care if you stare at mine.  I'm proud of it.  Look all you want.
And if anybody else picks on you for that, I'll beat the fuckin' shit out
of them.  Now, can I let you up, without you going all psycho on me?"

 Defeated, Will nodded. Parker got off of him and sat beside him.  He took
Will into his arms and held him, while Will cried.  Half an hour later,
Will sucked his first cock, his own brother's whopper.  He let Parker blast
his sperm down his throat, and he swallowed the tasty residue.  And they'd
done it several times a day, since.



* * * * * *



 "Wow," said Bo.  "That's intense.  It was a lot simpler for me and Judge."
He went on to tell how he had talked Judge into sharing the sauce with him.

 "How long has Parker been fucking you?" he ended.

 Will looked frightened again.  He wasn't used to having this kind of
conversation with anyone, even someone he already knew had some knowledge
of this side of his life.

 But after a moment, he mumbled, "Well, one day.  It happened last night."
Then, in a louder tone, emphatically, "Three times!  The fucker is
insatiable.  He told me he just did you and Alex a bunch of times, too,
Friday night and Saturday, pretty much all day."

 Bo looked sheepish.  "Yeah, if I'm not pregnant with his child right now,
it's not from lack of trying."

 "Do you like it?"

 Bo smiled.  This was a question he knew the answer to, with no doubt in
his mind.

 "Will, I love it.  I mean, I truly love every bit of it.  I think getting
fucked may be what I was put on this earth to do.  It's a little scary to
me how much I love it."

 "I guess I just wish I could be that certain, and that clear about it.
Yes, after a while, it did feel pretty good, but it hurt at first.  Parker
has that really big dick, and you know how it stretches your...well, your
asshole, when it first goes in.  It made me feel good to make him feel so
good.  And, I don't know, there's something--I can't describe it, just a
feeling of specialness, like I can do something nobody else can quite do,
or not many people.  I have a leg up on even his girlfriends.  I have a
feeling I'm going to be doing a lot of it now, so I guess I'll figure it
out."

 "How about this weekend?  Do you really want to go over to service Judge?
How do you feel about Parker loaning you out to a friend?"

 "Well, Judge is loaning you, too.  How do you feel?"

 "At first, I was pissed.  Then, Parker already fucked my ass several
times, so I know what to expect.  I didn't used to like Parker much, sorry
if that is too blunt.  He just wasn't very friendly to me, always focused
on Judge as his bud.  But now, that has changed. He treats me well, not
contemptuous of me for putting out, but grateful, sort of. His dick is too
big to suck comfortably, but honestly, once it's up my butt, it fits just
fine."

 "How is Judge in the sack?"

 Bo smiled again, remembering.

  "He's is tops, Man.  You'll love it.  He's almost as big as Parker, but
very gentle and considerate.  But when he gets down to it, he can really
pound ass."

 Now Will smiled, for the first time, a sweet, sincere smile.

 "You asked if I minded going.  The truth-- I've wanted to for a long time.
Service Judge, I mean.  He's one I've imagined doing, night after night.
And...." he paused shyly.

 "Yeah?  And?"

 "Well, and you, too, Bo.  I've imagined both of you doing me together.
Lately, even before he fucked me for real, Parker gets into the fantasy
some, and sometimes he's just watching.  One time, I imagined the whole
team did me.  I'm one sick son-of-a-bitch.  I know."

 Bo laughed.

 "Then we both are.  And add Alex Moseley.  He's right up there with us."

 "I've heard you two get it on.  From Park."

 "Join us some afternoon.  We'd both love to have you.  I think Alex is a
total bottom, so you could get in practice topping, well, either one of us,
really.  I think you might want to hold that until next week or so, though.
For now, if you show up at our place in the afternoon, you're going to get
fucked by Judge, and the swap deal time has not arrived yet.  Also, I would
bet you're going to get plenty of attention this week from your own
brother, and you won't be up for too much extra for a little while.  After
next weekend, things may settle down some. "

 "I don't know about that.  He's one randy bastard.  But at least, next
week he'll have you to fuck, while I'm with Judge.  Then at least I won't
have him raping me to death right after Judge began the job."

 Both laughed.  There was a bond between them now, and both felt it.  Will
offered his hand for Bo to shake, and opened the car door.

 "See you Friday."

 "Yeah, in passing.  I may have Alex as a relief catcher."

 "Gotta get me one of those.  Later."  Will hopped out and walked briskly
across the lot toward his own wheels.  Damn, that boy had one hell of an
ass on him.

 At home that week, Judge fucked Bo's ass every night after bedtime.  Bo
continued to suck him off on rising in the morning, and before dinner in
late afternoon.  Alex came by after school to lift and suck with Bo every
other day, and each time, Bo fucked him, too.  Wednesday, Judge came in
just as Bo was filling Alex's gut, and he got in line to fuck, too--both
boys in half an hour or so.

 "So Judge, how is ass fucking going for you?  You seem to have gotten over
your fear of fudge, Bro.  Me, and Alex, and now Will."

 Judge gave a wry smile.  "Yeah, well.  I still wouldn't want to hit mud
while drilling, you know, and I guess it's bound to happen sometime.
That's a turn-off.  But still, I admit I was hasty to be so squeamish.
Even the queer thing--over-exaggerated, if you ask me.  A hole is a hole.
Plus, you guys suck cock like nobody's business, way better than any girl
in town.  I guess I'm getting hooked.  If Will is as good as you guys, as
good as Park says he is, that may open the floodgate, you know?  I may
stick the wick in any guy that will drop trou for me.  How's that for a
switch?"

 Bo and Alex agreed, it was pretty amazing.  Alex went home with a load of
Judge's swimmers in his gut, and Bo had to pack a pad of toilet paper in
his crack, since he was going commando now for convenience, to absorb any
seepage.  Judge's fluids were getting to be much more distributed than
merely in his brother's mouth and throat.



* * * * *

 By Friday, the stars had aligned well for the swap.  There was a big
formal shindig at the city's art museum scheduled for that night, and both
sets of parents, being active in community affairs, were committed to
attend.  They would not be in before 2:00 a. m., they both told their sons.
Hannah would be spending the night with a friend.  That meant there was no
need to get stay-over permissions from 'rents, who need not know about the
changes of personnel in the house at all.  By 6:00, both mothers had come
sweeping down the stairs in impressive ball gowns, and both fathers had
emerged in their dapper tuxes.

 Shortly after, Parker phoned to say that the coast was clear at his place.
Judge concurred, and gave his assent to the immediate exchange of hostages.
He went over to Bo's room to send him off, and found his brother in shorts
and tee shirt, ready to go.

        "Uh-uh, Dude.  You didn't wait for full instructions.  Take those
things off."

        "Huh?  Why?"  Bo was dubious.  Judge brought his hand from around
his back, gripping a wad of yellow cloth.

        "Because we have this for you to wear.  Will has one, too.  And
don't take the car.  Ride your bike."

        "What the fuck?  Just that?  What is that, anyway?"



        "Well, this and your flip-flops.  That's all.  Don't worry, it's
legal, covers the essentials.  From a distance, anyway.  Hell, man, it's
only three blocks. You can do this one little thing for us--Will is.
You'll like it, the way you like to strut your stuff.  And besides, who's
going to see you?"

        "Anybody passing, that's who.  You know, if I crash-burn my
reputation, yours goes down with it."

        Judge just grinned.  "Why is it bad for your reputation to be known
as a hot, incredibly hunky, physically amazing male specimen, which you
are?  Bo, we'll both be out of this town for good very soon.  Don't sweat
it.  Just put these on and go.  Have fun."  He turned and exited for his
own room to await his own bed-treat, Will.

        Bo held up the yellow scrap.  It was some sort of very thin,
translucent material, soft and filmy.  Basically, it was sexy running
shorts, with the side seams ripped all the way to the narrow elastic waist,
and the pouch cut out completely, leaving only a sort of bifurcated
loin-cloth.  There was only a one-inch rise to the leg openings.  Bo
slipped them on.  They covered his butt, barely.  He lifted a leg, as would
happen riding a bike: his dick and balls slipped out the leg opening.  He
groaned.

        Slipping the light covering on, he slid into his flip-flops and
headed for the garage to get his now-little-used bicycle.  He had to admit,
he liked feeling his cock swaying back and forth under its almost sheer
garment.  As he hopped on the bike, he felt his male unit dangle beneath
him beside the seat.

        No way he was going to venture out onto the street like this, even
for three blocks.  There was an alleyway in back of his house, used almost
exclusively by the garbage trucks.  He swung around the property and into
that--this way, he would have only a bit more than half a block of sidewalk
to maneuver, beside a house or two.

        Halfway down the alley, he saw Will approaching on his own bike, in
a similar state of undress, only Will's "shorts" were white and even more
transparent, with the tones of his naked skin and pubes showing through the
material.  Bo could see the outline of Will's substantial member, even when
it was not hanging out the leg opening of the ridiculous shorts.  But Will
presented a stunning figure of youthful male beauty. 'No A & F model has a
thing on that guy,' Bo mused.

        Will pulled up beside him, grinning awkwardly.  "So neither one of
us has a shred of dignity, huh?"

        "Apparently not.  You look damn good, though, I gotta say.  Who
would complain about seeing you like this?  Not many, I'd wager."

        "You, too.  Well, I don't think anyone has seen me yet, and I don't
want to find out.  We better get moving."

        He set off pedaling, dick dangling, and Bo had to chuckle.  He set
out pedaling as well, tackle swinging.

        At the Warren residence, Bo left the bike against a tree not far
from the front porch.  He found the front door unlocked, and he let himself
in.  The house was quiet.  He slipped quietly down the stairs into the dark
recreation room.  The boys' bedroom door was open, and the room itself
dimly lit.  Bo walked toward the light.

        Inside, Parker waited.  The two twin beds were pushed together, and
he sat, naked, at the foot of one of them.

        "Come on over."

        Bo stood between Parker's feet, in front of him.  Park reached for
his slender waist-band.  In a sudden, firm motion, he ripped the shorts
right off of his gift in trade, and tossed the shred of fabric aside.  Bo
stood nude before him, dick lengthening.

        "Now, how am I going to get home later?

        Parker just grinned.  "Your problem."

 Unexpectedly, he engulfed Bo's cock into his mouth.  This was a first, in
Bo's experience--in Judge's presence, Parker had not sucked cock before at
all.  'Well, he did say he'd do it all, except kiss,' Bo considered, 'but I
didn't really expect this, either.'

 Parker gave Bo a solid, sensuous five-minute blow job, but not to
completion.  Then, he raised up and spread his knees, grinning.  It was his
guest's turn.  His dick soared, hard and ready.

 Bo had not gotten the hang of engulfing such a large cock, and doubted he
ever would.  It was just a damn big piece of male meat, a choke-stick.  He
concentrated on the top five inches and used his hand to trick the lower
half into thinking it was getting sucked, too.  The tactic seemed to
work--Parker was panting and moaning from the beginning.  A flow of pree
began after two or three minutes, and Bo began to slow his motions to
forestall an early ejaculation.

 Parker took control of the action from that point, and Bo got the surprise
of his young, gay life: Parker proved to be not only a grade A stud, but a
perfect gentleman as well.  For five hours, he treated Bo with respect and
consideration, making sweet love to him as if the two were a deeply
committed, monogamous couple.  Parker gave Bo five shots of his
baby-starter--one per hour-- three up the poop-chute, and two down the
gullet.  Bo himself came four times, one down Parker's throat, and three on
the sheets as Parker fucked his ass.  In between, Parker cuddled his date
sweetly.  He also made out with his partner with passion and no reserve,
sending his tongue almost as deep into his partner's throat as his cock.

 "I thought you didn't kiss," commented Bo, when he could speak, briefly.

 "That was true then.  But I got carried away with Will the other night,
and I discovered guys can kiss even better than girls.  Less inhibited or
something.  So why miss out?"  Just after one, Parker received a text
message, just as he was filling Bo's colon for the third time.  Thinking
the message was from Judge, he idly picked up the phone to check it a
moment later.

 "That was Dad," he reported.  "They've taken a room at the
Hilton--probably drank too much.  They won't be home."

 He quickly texted Judge the news, suggesting that the other two come over
to join him and Bo for the remainder of the night.  Judge texted back "K,"
and the two boys edged over onto Parker's bed to await their brothers.

 Then minutes later, they arrived, grinning widely.  Will wore his
transparent white shorts, ripped all to hell, like Bo's--on his head!  And
Judge wore a Reds baseball cap, but nothing else, not even sandals.

 "You brazen fuckers!" Parker said.

 Will grinned even wider.  "Hey, there was no one out at this hour."

 "Except the Wilburns," added Judge.  "Well, and the Lutzes, coming home
from the dance, I guess."

 "They saw you bike-riding naked after midnight?"

 "Aw, they were so drunk it didn't even register."

 "Yeah, they just waved," laughed Will.

 All four dissolved into laughter, as the two naked newcomers collapsed
onto Will's mattress.

 In comparing their evenings, they discovered that Judge had bred Will only
three times, with Will unloading two ejaculations onto the sheets.

 "How'd you like to fuck me now?" Bo asked Will.

 "I thought you'd never ask!"

 "Fuck, bros, where does that leave us, then?" Judge wanted to know.

 "Let Parker fuck your ass, Judge.  I know you'd like it."

 "Hell, no.  I'm nowhere near that drunk."

 "That can be fixed.  I have a fifth of whisky hidden in my ski boot," said
Parker.

 "Fuck that, Judge.  Do it sober, so you'll feel it and enjoy it.  When was
I ever wrong about sexual pleasure?"

 At that moment, Will was inserting his luscious cock into Bo's butthole
and moaning in sexual pleasure.

 "OK, I'll flip-fuck you, then," said Judge to Parker.

 Parker shrugged.  "Might as well.  Fuck, I've done everything else I once
thought disgusting."



 As Will humped Bo's slick ass, the two got to watch Parker spend twenty
minutes prepping up Judge's hole to take that big Parker dick.  That alone
was worth the price of admission.

 Then, Bo turned the tables on Will's ass, while they watched Parker
carefully penetrate his friend Judge for the first time, with Judge's eyes
squinched up apprehensively, and Parker grinning triumphantly.  The
foursome set up tandem doggie-style fuck-pairs, Bo on Will, and Parker on
Judge, until both breedings were accomplished.  Then, Will and Bo lay
resting and watching appreciatively, while Judge laid Parker out on the
other bunk, prepping his ass for a return invasion, which he accomplished
in missionary position, with Parker's feet lifted high and Judge's sexy
butt driving his cock deep.



 "Damn.  A night to remember," concluded Will.  "How was it, Bro?"

 Parker pondered ruefully.  "Well, I hate to say it.  I won't say it
anyplace else.  I can hardly believe I would ever say it, and I'll beat to
a pulp anyone who says I said it--but--that was fan-fuckin'-tastic.  From
now on, I'm giving every girlfriend a strap-on for Valentines Day."

 "Fuck that shit," said Judge.  "From now on, whenever I get the itch, I
let one of you guys-- and only one of you guys--have a scratch at it for
me."

 "How's right now sound?  I' like to top that Parker sperm off with a shot
of my own," said Bo.

 Judge smiled ruefully.  "I guess the horse is out of the barn so to speak.
The train has left the station.  The genie is out of the bottle."

 "Yeah, whatever.  Roll over, I'll just lie on top of you and hunch.  You
don't have to do a thing."

 The long date swap ended with Bo spewing his balls out inside of his older
brother's ass, and Will doing a similar service for his own
newly-deflowered elder bro Parker.

 "Fuck man.  This is not the way I had this night planned out," Parker
groaned, as Will drove his long, beautiful dick up his poop-chute.

 "Sometimes," Will grunted, "You just have to go with what seems right at
the time.  And this damn sure feels right to me at this time.  You have a
fantastic, tight, slick ass, Brother."

 "And you have a nice, big, ass-buster of a hard-on, Brother."



* * * * * *

 About four-thirty, the two visiting bro's crept naked out of the Wilcox
basement to retrieve bicycles from the front shrubbery and make their
hazardous journey home, giggling together all the way.  They had to
navigate the half-block to the corner without knowing if anyone was
approaching on the side street, but they timed it right and coasted quickly
and quietly across and into their own alley.  From there, it was an easy
ride into their own back yard and a short streak into their own garage
attic.  Judge paused at his own bedroom door.

 "Thanks for that, Bo.  It was fun.  All of it."

 "Man, I gotta thank you, too.  It was fuckin' fantastic.  All of it."

 "Yeah, well don't get too many ideas.  Some of it is not going to be a
regular thing, you know."

 Bo grinned, knowing exactly which part his brother had in mind.

 "Even if some of it never happens again, the fact it did tonight is a big
deal to me.  Thanks, Judge.  I love you, Bro."

 "Ditto."

 With that, they separated to their respective rooms, where their dad found
them slumbering peacefully when he came up to check on them around noon.