Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2015 14:38:11 +0000 (UTC) From: kevin Donovan Subject: Practice Dummy, Chapter 4, gay incest 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. Don't forget to send your contribution in to Nifty to keep these hot stories coming. CHAPTER FOUR POKER NIGHT. LET THE POKING BEGIN "Bo, I have an idea for getting you, Alex, and Will some extra practice in the sack. Not that I'm getting tired of your mouth and ass or anything, far from it. But you said you need practice. This could be fun. It could also increase my standing as a provider of quality entertainment for my broader-minded friends. Or it could result in all of us being persona non grata in this town forevermore. But nothing worth having is without risk." Bo looked up expectantly from his book. Judge was standing, naked and hard, beside Bo's bed. "It must be good, if it's got you hard already." "Nah, I'm always hard this time of day. But I do think it's pretty good. Why don't you blow me, and I'll tell you about it while you're sucking." Judge sprawled in the center of Bo's mattress, and Bo straddled his thighs to commence sucking his luscious cock. He never tired of his brother's meat, despite its length and girth. It was simply delicious, as meat and as sauce. "You know, Sunday is my cards night, and this week it happens that we have no school on Monday. Well, I thought I might get the word out to my most trustworthy friends, with some help from Parker, that this week, we will have some special entertainment. I could get up two tables of six or seven guys--one guy would be out all but the first hand. This is where you come in. You, Alex, and Will are the special entertainment. Two of you are on duty in the two bedrooms all the time, but you rotate--every half hour one of you gets off, and the one that was off takes his place. That way, you stay in a bedroom for an hour, then you have half an hour out. When you're out, you keep refreshment topped off at the tables. And every half hour, the guy who "won" that time period at each table gets a free half hour break in one of the bedrooms. That will put most of the guys cycling through all evening, maybe more than once. But these winners won't know who they're going in with until they gets there. While in the bedroom, they can use the one of you in there anyway they want. So you guys have to be ready for anything." "How in fuck will you get those jock friends of yours to sign on for this?" "Well, last week I sort of suggested that I could get some special entertainment for the game, if they wanted, not in front of the bigger prudes, but a group of the cooler guys. I suggested a certain amount of suction would be involved, and it would be free. They began to speculate on what girls at school might be willing to come over and blow guys for free. Bottom line: nobody they could imagine, and if they were willing, they'd be skanks. 'Well, I didn't say girls. I said suction. Maybe not JUST suction, maybe slick, tight holes. But not necessarily girls.' Some of them laughed and 'ewwwed" about it, but in the end, they all agreed that a hole is a hole, and they are horny enough nearly all the time to fuck a knot-hole. Our buddy Andrew even told the old joke about the difference between a straight jock and a gay jock: One sixpack. 'As long as it's not sheep or goats,' Layne said. I assured him I could do much better than that. 'There's guys that owe me big time,' I said. 'That will do whatever I ask them to do. They're clean and good-looking, and they don't talk like girls always do, so you're safe with my guys. Don't worry about it, a fun time will be had by all—and no one goes home pregnant, or scared they just fathered a ball-and-chain.' Those guys, plus half a dozen more I'm sure of, will make a good orgy for you guys. Plus, with Parker working on it, too, I know he will recruit some open-minded jock types." "I know Will has been hot to get invited to one of your games. He won't turn this down. And Alex—when has he ever turned his nose up at a hard cock? You can count us in. But--and this is big--you have to be very sure they won't go homophobe on you, and ruin your life, and ours, in this town." "Park and I have that covered. You see, between the two of us, we know shit about every one of our friends that could burn their cookies just as bad." "Then do it." Judge did. Sunday night, Will and Alex arrived by 5:00 to help get things set up for the party. Alex actually brought brownies, two big pans of them. Will had picked up the chips and dips, and Judge had a pizza delivery scheduled for 9:00 o'clock. The fridge was stocked with sodas, and Parker was to bring in a case of beer and a cooler—he had a contact at a local convenience store who would buy for him and take it out later on his brother Will's ass, which Parker was beginning to use as a kind of alternative currency under select circumstances. The boys set up two poker tables, with double sets of poker chips. Then the three entertainers went back to the shower together to wash one another and get their asses all cleaned out and lubed up. By the time guests started arriving just before 7:00, they were ready to make men happy. "I'm afraid Judge has this thing TOO organized," Alex fretted. "I mean, how can he really expect a bunch of horny guys to ejaculate at half-hour intervals." "They don't have to," Will quipped. "They just have to move on to the next thing, whether they came or not." "Alex, I think half an hour is generous. The real issue is what will we do with them for the twenty-five minutes remaining, AFTER they ejaculate." That was my brilliant two cents. "Like I said, this seems iffy to me." Some of the guys were pretty surprised when Will and Bo, as well as Alex, came out to join them around 7:20. All twelve had showed up, and they had grabbed beers and made themselves plates of snacks. They were stripped down for the customary naked poker night, though three still wore boxers, and one had on a tee-shirt, too. "Shit, guys," said Tyler Martin to Judge and Parker, "you're pimping out your own brothers? Damn, that's cold!" Parker, and most of the guys, just laughed, but Judge responded, "Fuck, man, only the best for you fuckers. Like I said, they owe us. Just enjoy." Under his breath, Lenny Brewster commented, "Damn if this don't even the score, I don't know what would!" and several heard and laughed. The players began to gather around the tables. Judge, naked as usual, pointed at his brother and then gestured under the table. Bo slid underneath quickly, while there was an opening to squeeze into. Judge took his chair, but kept it out from the table a bit more than usual. Meanwhile, Parker, at the other table, did the same with Will. Alex remained free to clear away trash and bring fresh beverages on request. The decks were shuffled, and the games began. Few eyes were on the cards being dealt, though. The back of Bo's head was visible above his brother's crotch, rising and falling rhythmically. Judge had a very satisfied expression on his face, but he made no audible comments or groans. A similar scene was being played out at the next table. The hand was played. Taylor won at Judge's table, and Andy at Parker's. Judge gave Bo a grateful head-rub, and Bo's head disappeared under the table. As the next hand was being dealt, that head turned up at the lap of Taylor, the winner of the hand. Taylor cried out in surprise and pleasure as he felt wet lips engulf his dick. "Hey, man, give me good cards. I gotta win this next hand," joked Mike, next to Taylor, as he watched Bo's head go up and down on his neighbor's lap. From the other table, a cry went up as Will chowed down on Andy's cute pecker. Alex brought Parker a second beer, and stood beside him momentarily, observing the table for any needs, and watching the game. Parker idly rested his hand on Alex's butt-cheek. Alex smiled. Parker's fingers migrated to Alex's butt-cleft, and his middle finger slipped inside Alex's lubed-up hole. He wiggled it about inside, found Alex's butt-nut, and pressed. Alex's dick shot up as if spring-released, and a small glob of white goo shot out of it onto the edge of the table. He grunted. All of this, of course, was lost on no one. Alex bent and licked up the spill, then turned and drifted over to Judge's table, where Bo was just receiving Taylor's over-eager ejaculate. "Quick trigger there, Taylor," commented Jason. "Yeah, fuck you. You try to hold back under this kind of stimulation." "Glad to." Jason won the hand, and ten minutes later, he, too, let fly into Bo's throat with embarrassing quickness. "See there?" jibed Taylor. "Well, fuck, he just sucks it right out of you. Can't help it," was Jason's feeble defense. Judge won a hand and received a second blow. Then Mark took one, and got his wick wet. About that time, Alex's phone timer went off. Judge and Parker stood and let their brothers out from beneath the table. All three entertainers went down the hall to the bedroom area. "Tally up, guys. Who's up the most at each table?" That proved to be Taylor and Andy. "OK, you two get the first break. Go back and pick a bedroom, and just go on in. Your prize awaits you. Whatever you want, for half an hour. Then you rejoin us, and the next winner takes your place." Blushing, the two card sharks rose, each more than half-hard, to move toward paradise in the rear of the building. Andy had been wearing his boxers, but he came out of them fast and tossed them into a convenient corner. There were general cat-calls and jibes following in their direction as the ten remaining players expressed their envy in laughter and good-natured derision. Cards were dealt, and the game resumed. In the back, Bo was in his own bed, and Alex had taken Judge's. Each was outfitted with clean sheets, and there were a couple of spares folded on the dressers, in case spills got out of hand during the evening. Will was waiting in the bathroom until the two winners had made their choices. Andy took Door Number One, Judge's room, with Alex, and Taylor took Door Number Two, with Bo. Each room was lit only by a candle. "Come on in. Join me," Bo greeted Taylor, as he scooted over to make room. "You've had a blow-job. What would you like now? Another? Or a nice, long fuck?" "You'd let me fuck you?" Bo shrugged. "I'm your prize. Whatever you want." Taylor lay on his back, dick soaring. "I've never done this with a guy. I don't know what to do." "Exactly like with a girl, except the slot is further back, and I guess you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to." "Well, that's how I'd start out with a girl." Bo rolled over, placing his torso above Taylor's. He planted a deep, sexy kiss on his surprised lover. "Then that's how we'll play it, Stud." Taylor didn't complain. He responded, opening his mouth for the follow-up, and even giving some tongue-play. He was not, Bo noted privately, anywhere near Judge or Parker's caliber as a kisser. Nor Alex or Will's, either, for that matter. But the lip-lock got the boys started. From there, Bo went down on his partner's arm-pits and nips, and then Taylor seemed to awake and begin to assert himself in his top role. He rolled Bo over and assumed the dominant position. His hard dick, about a seven-incher, but thick, poked at Bo's perineum. Then suddenly, on a random poke, it just slid up his poop-chute in one, wet thrust. Taylor grunted, surprised as well as gratified. He began to fuck like a Rottweiler. For the next ten minutes, it was raw, rough animalistic breeding. Then Taylor nutted forcefully, and that was that. He collapsed sweatily atop his bitch, breathing heavily. Bo gave him a few minutes to recoup. Taylor voluntarily rolled off with a sigh. "So... now what? You have ten more minutes. You don't want to go out there early, I don't think." "I've shot my wad for now. What else is there?" Young Taylor was neither very experienced nor very imaginative. "Roll over, and I'll show you." Bo proceeded to give his subject his first, and for many years, his best, rim-job. The senior line-backer was putty in Bo's hands, which kneaded at the muscular globes of Taylor's buttocks, while his mouth made out wetly and deeply with the boy's musky asshole. "Holy shit. Did you think that up all by yourself? I never would have dreamed of doing that to anyone, male or female." "It's called 'rimming.'" And no, it's not my own invention. I don't think many girls will do it for you, though. Apparently, wives even less so, from what I hear." "From now on, I'll be dreaming about receiving it again. I don't think I could ever give." "Don't worry, girls don't expect it. But if you ever want to make a lasting impression on one, this would do it." When Alex rapped on the door, indicating time up, Taylor was drooling on Bo's pillowcase and softly moaning, as Bo continued to eat out his ass. Both were reluctant to move. But a moment later, Tyler barged in. "Give it up, Dude, your time is up." Groggily, Taylor rolled off the bed and staggered out into the corridor. Bo and Tyler heard a roar of laughter from the front room as Taylor returned to the table, spent and dissheveled. "I'll have what Taylor got," said Tyler. Bo got to work on Tyler's sweet, supple six-incher, and half an hour later, Tyler left an gladder and a wiser man. The game ran on for five and a half hours. During that time, in addition to blowing several of the table of six at the beginning of the evening, Bo got fucked eleven times (Mike and Tyler fucked him twice during their half-hour), with three others being repeats. Both Parker and Judge came back twice, but each got another partner one of those times. Bo tried to accomplish some variety of positions, but it wasn't easy-- almost every guy wanted "the Taylor special." At night's end, Bo's tongue was sore from hours of rimming ripe teen-ass. Alex looked like he'd taken on the entire football team, and there were rumors he had, at one point, offered to do so if they beat the Spartans next season. Will's eyes were bright as always, but his hair was a fright, and he sat kind of sideways for a full day afterward. But all the boys were happy, including Judge and Parker, for whom the evening had been fun, prestige-building, and profitable. Each took winnings of over $100, even in the small-stakes game. Having your opponents totally distracted does wonders for one's poker winnings. They'd all had concerns that this event could blow up in their faces, or later do them in socially in the town. What the hell, they could leave soon and go to the University several hours' drive away. But what they found was that it actually enhanced their social standing--even Alex moved up to esteemed confidante and boon companion with the whole group. Apparently, shooting semen up a guy's butt was equivalent to some kind of blood brotherhood with this crowd of ostensibly straight jocks. All had an equal stake in keeping the event confidential, and every man there honored his commitment. For one thing, they wanted a repeat. Days later, Will and Bo were talking quietly at the lunch table with Tyler and Andy. Bo was marveling over this discovery that being known to be queer was not having the negative effect on their standing with the jocks that he had expected. "Well, why not? The guys always did like you, and they all have a lot of respect for Judge and Parker. You like to suck dick, they like to have their dick sucked, what's the big deal?" "Yeah, but look at Alex." Will argued. "A month ago, he had to hang out with the fat girls, because he wasn't welcome with these guys, who now make sure they have room for him at their table. Who'd a thunk?" Andy had it figured out. "That was not because he's gay, it was because he was afraid to push himself forward, and he knew he didn't know enough about sports to really participate in the conversation. Now, it doesn't matter. He just kicks in when he does have something to say, and everyone tries to include him. Which they might have done all along, if he had had the confidence to pull it off, but I admit it doesn't hurt that they know their tadpoles have had a swim in his gut." Whatever the real cause, the three cock-hounds were enormously relieved. But back to the night of the big game: at the end of the evening, Judge took Alex into his bed for the night, and Bo took both Parker and Will. Alex later reported that Judge was in an exceptionally manic state, couldn't sleep, and fucked him three more times during the night. Parker was almost as bad, but he had two assholes to drill. He nailed Bo twice and his brother once, saying, "Don't fret, Bro, I'll catch up with you in the morning." Then, Parker slept, while Bo and Will formed 69 and made out with one another beside him. * * * * * Bo awoke out-of-sorts and perplexed. He lay naked and erect between two sleeping brothers, also naked and hard, each a wet dream walking. In the next room lay his beloved older brother, more dear to him than ever in his life, in bed naked, almost certainly erect, alongside a handsome, sexy classmate, ditto, who had become more than a friend to him in a matter of days--and Bo was bewitched, bothered, and bewildered like never before. He felt sick to his stomach. Not because his stomach held about a cup, it seemed, of teen boy jizz from the night before. He gave a small burp and tasted sperm in the back of his throat--no, it was not that at all. Bo was pretty sure, though he had never felt it before, that he was in love. It felt great, and it was making him want to throw up, both at the same time. Because, for the life of him, he could not figure out WHOM he was in love with. There were four candidates, all naked, all hard, all in bed nearby. 1) It could be Alex. Alex was hot, no question. A fun guy. Sexy and sexually responsive, up for anything. Creative, clever, fun to be with. Considerate and kind, but also smart and perceptive. Could he imagine spending his life with Alex? Well, a lot worse could happen. Still, there was something, no, the lack of something--the spark.... He valued Alex highly--as a friend. He loved Alex, even. But he was not, he did not think, not at this moment anyway, IN love with Alex. His partner ought to be a guy as sporty, active, and filled with testosterone as himself. Alex was more of a fuck-buddy, a friend-with-benefits. He mentally crossed Alex off of his prospect list. 2) It could be Judge. No question, he loved his brother with an eternal, strong bond. He had the hots for Judge, and bad. He could suck that dick and bend over to take it up the ass every day of his life, cheerfully. He could trust Judge like no one else in the world, and he knew Judge would never abandon or betray him, even though he might occasionally sell or trade his ass--that being an attraction in itself. Yet...did Judge feel that way romantically about him? Could he? Was he not the great last hope for continuation of the family name through heterosexual marriage? Would it be fair to even suggest to Judge that he give up that prospect? Much as Judge loved his brother, and much as he liked to dip his wick in brother hole, he loved to fuck girls, too, possibly even more. Yes, he was presently deeply infatuated with the sheer fun and freedom of guy sex. But how would he respond when the next set of double D tits came flopping by? Judge could be a highway to heartache, without ever meaning to be. Bo hoped to God Judge was not the one. He must fight to keep him out of the romantic part of his heart, for both their sakes. If they could have sex the rest of their lives together, that would be great, but a couple, they must never be, unless all the push for it came from Judge himself. Sadly, he marked Judge's name off his mental list with a heavy, black, imaginary line, praying that line would not somehow evaporate. 3) It could be Parker. No shit? Parker, who a week ago hardly knew he existed? Who called him derisive, little brother names? Whose egotism and braggadocio were legendary? Who had the cock to match, an ass-wrecker if ever there was one? The Parker that had loved him tenderly through the night on the swap night. The sexiest, most impassioned kisser he'd ever encountered, the tenderest, sweetest lover (well, that was discounting Judge pretty unfairly) Except for brotherhood, Parker had all the disadvantages of Judge, plus being less likely to let him down easy, by NOT being his brother. If he broke up with Parker, and he would if Parker found the right woman, it would be permanent and painful. For the sake of his heart, he'd better treat Parker as a fun-while-it-lasted, play-time fling. If he could swing it. Because, realistically, he had to admit to himself, he might be falling for Parker, and falling hard. He tried to mark Parker off his list, but the mark kept fading in his mind. This could be a problem. 'Am I that big of a masochist, that I would take a risk of that magnitude?' he asked himself. 'Could be,' came the answer. 4) It could be Will. Ah, Will. More beautiful than Parker, Alex, or even Judge. Incredibly sexy, in body, mind, and psyche. Kind, sensitive, caring. Athletic, masculine, and active. Versatile in the sack. And, don't leave out--GAY (probably). Also, if Parker continued sneaking his dick into Will's ass or mouth, he'd do the same for Bo; ditto for Judge, the other direction. 'If I'm with Will, I could get Judge and Parker, too. And if I didn't, hey, I'd still have Will!' It felt and sounded a bit conniving for a love-match, but Bo felt better for it. He rolled onto his side and surveyed his potential partner appreciatively. Damn. The guy looked great in clothes at school, but naked in his bed, he was an amazing specimen. No wonder Parker, an amazing specimen himself, had been unable to keep his paws to himself, with this provocation right in the room with him. Bo decided to give his oral skills a bit more practice. He slid down to waist-level on Will and settled gently atop his object's thighs. Will's eyelids trembled, but he slumbered on. Bo took the head of Will's hefty dick into his mouth and tongue-swirled it tenderly, aware that Will's cock might be sore from the previous night's debauchery. Will sighed and began to stretch his lean, cat-like body languidly. He grunted. "Don't stop," he said. "Let's see if I can work up something for you." Bo concentrated on pleasuring Will's Totem, concentrating on the big, meaty head. Then, he slid down to the root and feasted there for a while, Will lifted his feet to tilt his hole up. With that hint, Bo went to work on the swollen, puffy lips of the anal orifice that had served so many so gamely in the hours previous. He wondered how his guy could hold up to even more stimulation there. Will clued him in without being asked. "Fuck, Bo, that feels so good. It's warm and wet, and soft and smooth. It's like an ointment on my poor little ass pucker." Bo did not bring him down by pointing out that the poor pucker was no longer as little as it had been earlier. He just kept slobbering and soothing. Half an hour later, the two shared the shower, leaving Parker sprawled spread-eagle on the bed, erection soaring. Bo wrapped his arms around the younger boy as the rain-shower sluiced over them. He kissed Will tenderly, and Will tongued him back eagerly. "Will...." There was tongue-sucking. "Ah-hahh." More tongue sucking. "I was thinking...I mean wondering..." Lip suction. "Haahh?" "Not to interfere between you and Parker, or anthing..." A smooching sound. "But... would you... could you.... like, be my boyfriend? Give it a try?..." Will's head popped back. "No shit? You serious?" Bo nodded. Will stuck his tongue halfway down Bo's throat. "That's a yes, I guess." Will nodded, taking Bo's head along with his own. "I'm honored. I mean, I like it." They dried one another and came out of the bathroom to find Bo's dad standing in the open bedroom door, looking half shocked and half amused. He gestured helplessly at the still-sleeping, still rampant Parker, whose manly body dominated the bed and the room. He shrugged. "You boys," he said, shaking his head. "Might not want to open Judge's door, Dad," said Bo. "Might not," his father agreed, walking down the hallway. "You guys have cleaning up to do. Use Pine Sol, it reeks in here."