Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 22:44:49 EST
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 17 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                        The Power - Part 17
                       By GetRealGuy@aol.com


It must have been near noon when we got dressed and started to climb the
bank that sloped down to the cesspool, our swimming hole.  Being
uncertain of the time - because I absent-mindedly left my watch on the
nightstand between our beds - I was scampering, almost on my hands and
knees, to get to the top of the incline.  I was indeed in a hurry to get
home.

"Come on Bro!  We gotta get home before twelve."  I was hurrying Bob
along for good reason, I wanted to see for myself.  He had observed
something peculiar about the way Dad reacted the first time he met Tony.
I was down at the theatre with Peg and Gus going over the plans for the
scenery for our upcoming school musical and missed it all.  When Bob
described it to me, he was so vague I just had to get home to see for
myself before I drew any conclusions.  Mom was going to fix lunch for the
guys working on the roof - Tony and his helper.  All of us, including
Dad, would be sitting around the same table, I could hardly wait.

When we got to the top of the bank, I turned around and looked down
toward the cesspool where Ted was, he was still in the nude lying on his
back on one of the grass mats.  Bob nudged me to look, not knowing that I
was already looking in that direction.  Unconcerned that we both were
watching, Teddy was slowly stroking himself into another climax.

"Go back and finish him off if you want, I'll wait."

"Later man!"  I said, without hesitating.  "We need to get home for
lunch.  It's almost that time and I wouldn't miss finding out what's
between Dad and Tony for a cock twice the size of Ted's."

Bob sprinted well ahead of me across the field while I followed behind in
a more conservative trot.  He stopped to wait for me to catch up before
he got to the fence.  When I got close enough, he pinched his nose to
make his voice sound like the PA announcer at a racetrack.

"Little Penis is coming up on the outside ann...dah... Big Dick is still
in the lead.  Ann...dah... the hurdle is just ahead.  Ann...dah... Little
Penis annnnn... Big Dick are running neck to neck."

When I got even with him, we both broke out in full speed to clear the
fence.  The top rail of the fence was only crotch high but it was more
fun to jump over than try to straddle.  Both of us cleared without
leaving our balls behind us, hanging on the fence.  We shifted down to a
more leisurely pace as we passed Ted's house and approached the road.

"What you think?  Bob asked, as he turned toward me at his side.

"I think ... I think ... I think that he is going to have sore ass hole."

"Better believe it - with two studs like us plowing him."

"That's for sure.  I remember how sore I was the first time you put it to
me."

"Yeah, but you were cherry, and don't tell me Ted was!  Did you see how
he was taking it up his bunghole?  I could have put both hands in there
and applauded."

We both laughed.  "Yeah!"  I snickered, "and at the other end where I
was, he was taking it in his mouth like he had a clit down there in the
bottom of his throat."

"You know why he didn't get up with us when we left?  He couldn't walk!"
Bob said while he looked at me and let out with an uncertain chuckle.  He
cleared his throat and got serious.  "What I really want to know is how
did you like your first piece of male pussy?"

"Give me a second to trip on it.  It was easy but I am not sure it would
have been without you being along to ... instruct me!"

"Yeah, I guess I did help out by putting it in for you and giving out
with the dirty talk that you like so much; but you preformed like a super
porno star.  Watching you got me so hot that I wanted to get in there and
do some ramming too."

"Right on!  That's what I wanted, I like watching you too.  And you know
what?  I wanted to be Ted while you were screwing him."

"You were jealous!"

"Of you?  You got to be kidding!"

"Boohoo!  You don't love me anymore," he sobbed, mimicking a disappointed
lover.

"Never did!  But love your cock."

"Fuck you, man!"

He grabbed my upper arm and gave it three sham punches, like he was
vaccinating me.  I pulled away, stood my distance, and tried to sound on
the level.  "Good idea!  Yeah, Fuck me!  How about tonight?  Your bed or
mine?"

"How about right now!"  he yelled, playing along with me.  "Drop your
pants and bend over."

"Sure, but you'll have to catch me first!"

I broke out in a run.  He was right behind me, almost breathing down my
neck.  I stayed ahead of him knowing that if I could last, we would make
it home in record time.

I was breathing hard.  Bob was right on my heels and the driveway to the
house was just ahead.  The first thing that I noticed as my foot hit the
driveway pavement was Tony's truck parked almost against the garage door
- which figured - but where was our car?

"Good run!"  Bob panted, trying to catch his breath.  He gave my bicep a
hammer.  "Guess you'll have to wait until tonight."

"Car in the garage?"  I asked Mom as I opened the door and stepped into
the kitchen.

"Good, you're home!"  she said without turning around.  "Dad is taking
advantage of his day off to check on something downtown."  It was as if
she was speaking to whatever she was stirring in the large pot on the
stove instead of us.

"Will he be back for lunch?"

"Doubt it.  I decided to make a big pot of chili after inviting the roof
guys, Tony and Clarence, to have lunch with us.  It won't be anything
formal; every one can eat out on the picnic table in the back.  I think
that our guests will be more comfortable out there than being penned up
here in the kitchen.  I'll eat with Dad when he gets back."  She turned
around and looked at us.  "Why don't one of you go up and tell them that
it is just about ready.  I'll give them the 'chow call' when it's on the
table."

"I'll go!"  I quickly volunteered before Bob had a chance.  That left him
with no choice but to give Mom a hand.

When I got to the top of the ladder, I saw Tony just a few feet from me.
He stopped what he was doing and rolled over making a smooth transition
from kneeling to stooping.  His legs were spread apart enough to see the
big bulge in the crouch of his Levi's.

"Hi Bill," he said, showing that beautiful smile of his.  "What's up?"

"Me" I said, smiling back at him.  My heart was turning flip-flops from
seeing him again, especially from where I was squatting.  I was looking
straight into his crotch.  Knowing what made that big bulge, I couldn't
take my eyes off of it - he couldn't help but notice.  I looked up and
caught him watching me.  He grinned to let me know that he was taking my
conspicuous ogling as a compliment.

"Where's your helper?"  I asked, deliberately looking around the roof to
get my eyes off of his basket.

"Oh, he is on the other side of the peak, if he hasn't fallen off.  Just
kidding, he added quickly."

I got on my knees and worked my way up so that I could peer over the
peak.  I was surprised to see a smiling face, not more than ten feet
away, looking up at me.  From where I was viewing, he appeared to be a
kid, slightly older than me.  I watched him move, trying to remember
where I had seen him before - then it dawned on me; I scooted back down
to where Tony was.

"Isn't that the Jenkins boy?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"I think so, from school.  Isn't he the kid that quit because...?"

"Yeah, he dropped out of school - he may not have much upstairs but he
works well with his hands.  He's been a big help to me.  I had him help
out at the ranch."

"Ranch?"

"Yeah, that is what I call my place."

That figured; I had only seen it once - when Bob and I went out there for
dinner.  His place was what I pictured a ranch out West would be like.

"Are you from out West originally?"

"Yeah, but that was way back.  That was before I hitched across the
country and ended up here."

I was waiting for him to tell me more but it never happened.  He clammed
up and tugged at a shingle to put it into place.  I took the opportunity
to change the subject and get on with the important questions.

"What do you think of Dad?"  I asked in a way to make it sound like I was
only slightly curious.

"Good looking guy!  Now I know where you got your looks."

"Yeah, and he's hung like a horse!"  I dropped it on him to watch his
reaction.

"I know," he said, "I saw it."

"Saw it?  When, how, where?"  I waited anxiously for an answer.

"It was a while ago, in the men's room, at one of the school functions -
a few years back."  He didn't hesitate, in the slightest.  "That's when I
was more or less known as Jan's guardian.  I was dressed as the rest of
the parents so he didn't know that I was the school custodian."

"Did you guys mess around?"  I asked, urging a confession.

"I'm ^Å I'm Jan's uncle^Å and ^Å"

Uncle?  I wonder if Bob knew that.  Interesting, but not what I wanted to
know at that time.

"No!  Not with Jan, I meant with Dad!"

"No, it never got to that ... but ... there is a problem.  Now he knows
who I am, and if he connects me to you guys ..."

I knew what he was getting at but there was no way that I could break off
relations with him, just like that, if that is what he was suggesting.  I
was stuck on him and a particular part of his anatomy.  I was trying to
get it all together in my mind when I was literally saved by the bell -
it was a little glass dinner bell that Bob and I gave Mom for her crystal
collection.  You could hardly hear the tinkle but it was clearly Mom's
voice announcing lunch.

"Come get it!"  she yelled as loud as her voice would permit.

"Be right down!"  I called back.  I turned to Tony, "Can we talk later?"

"Why don't you meet me in the parking lot at the far end of the park?
Say, after dinner, about seven?"

"Great, I'll be there."  I started working my way toward the ladder.
"Don't forget your buddy," I said as I looked up just in time to see
Clarence poke his head over the peak - he wasn't about to miss out on
anything that had to do with food.

Mom surprised us all, including Bob.  He had privilege of viewing the
menu beforehand because he helped get things ready.  We didn't have to
guess what was being served.  It was chili in that big pot, you could
smell it from the top of the roof.  It looked like enough to serve an
army.  All of the trimmings were there too.  When Mom served her famous
chili, she put out the works - tortillas and the additives that Bob and I
like to sprinkle on top, like chopped onion and chopped peppers.  The
cheese too - not grated and crumbly, but in slivers, that melt when you
put them on the hot chili.  The tortillas were in one of the round
insulated things to keep them warm.  There was even tortilla chips and
salsa on the table.  It may be gauche but sometimes I liked to crush a
few chips and put them in with my chili.

For the benefit of our guests, Mom made the gathering as informal as
possible by serving directly from the pot.  After she was sure that we
were all served, she went into the house.  She left the pot so we could
have seconds or even third helpings.

I was surprised when Clarence joined in on the conversation.  His
questions, about Mexican food, directed to Tony, were intelligent and
went with the flow of the conversation.  He knew that Tony was from
Arizona and that Arizona bordered Mexico.  I soon realized that he wasn't
as childlike as I supposed.

When we were Freshman, we heard that he exposed his self to a couple of
girls that took advantage of his alleged low mentality and somehow conned
him into it.  Immediately after the incident, they told the world about
it.  As a result, I am not sure whether he was permanently expelled or
what, but he became a dropout.  When I got a chance to sneak a look at
his crotch when he was standing, I understood why the girls wanted him to
whip it out.  He was probably wearing it down without any underwear then
too.  He appeared to have muscular legs so little room was left for his
manhood.  With that hunk of flesh squeezed against his leg, it looked
like he had seven or eight inches, soft.  Right away, I wondered if Tony
was making a steady diet of that.  I had to admit that I was getting
turned on.  The kid wasn't particularly good looking - I think of him as
a kid because of his apparent innocence, but he was far from that.  He
was from the farm, with a farm boy look with hair bleached by the sun and
tanned from working outside.  Built, but not overly built like the
bodybuilders that workout at gyms; he had long, smooth, and nicely
defined, natural muscles from manual work.  Tony noticed that I was
drooling.

"What do you think of my helper man here?  Look at those biceps; get up
and flex for us Chad!"

Clarence, Chad as Tony called him, acted embarrassed and reluctant at
first but he gradually moved from the bench and took a few steps out into
the yard where we could get a better look.

"Now watch this," Tony said as he leaned over and whispered loud enough
for both of us to hear.  "If you really want to see something, ask him to
pose in the nude.  Too bad that your mother is around, he loves to show
off his body and his big, big toy."

"Something like us," I whispered to Bob.

"Take off your shirt," Tony yelled, but not loud enough for Mom, inside
the house, to hear.  "Show us your six pack!"

>From the smile on Chad's face, he was getting his kicks from posing for
us.  His body was perfectly proportioned, the type in men's underwear
ads.  Perfect for that kind of ad except for two things: Number one - the
bulge would be obscene.  Number two - he has a face like a country bunkum
but ugly-cute to me.  Neither would turn me off.  The bulge?  that goes
without saying, and the face, who fucks faces - I do if I get half the
chance, pretty or not - like I did with Teddy.

I was in the process of mentally removing his Levi's when I heard Tony
and Bob applauding - I joined in.  The performance was over and Chad was
putting on his shirt.  There was a "tell all" moment of silence as he
returned and scooted into his place next to Tony.  I knew what I was
thinking as I looked across the table at him.  Here was a guy with pure
animal instincts - driven by testosterone - and as innocent as hell, but
best of all, I pictured that he had a dick that wouldn't quit.  I guessed
what Bob was thinking.  He was down - and maybe somewhat envious -
because, comparing Chad's body to his own, body-wise, Chad won hands
down.  As to what was running through Tony's mind at that time, notta
clue.  It would depend on how close his association with him and Chad
was.  Would Tony be that much of a pervert to have sex with this innocent
creature - with a dick that had to be enormous when it got hard?  - YES!

I had eaten as much as I could and was watching Chad scraping the bottom
of his bowl.  When he was satisfied that the bowl was empty, the clanking
sound he was making with the spoon stopped; he looked up and caught me
watching.  Immediately he assumed that he had committed a breach of
etiquette and looked at Tony expecting to be called on it.  When Tony
didn't respond, he looked over at me.

"It was so good," he said beaming from ear to ear, "I didn't want to
leave any!"  Then, thinking that he may have goofed, he laughed nervously
as he searched each of our faces, one at a time, wondering if he had done
something wrong.

"Here," I said, laughing along with him as I dipped the ladle into the
pot, "have some more.  If we don't eat this all up, Mom will be serving
it for lunch for the next three weeks."

"Just a little," he said shyly as he offered me his bowl.

I tried not to watch him directly as the three of us that were not eating
went on with our conversation.  It was cool to watch someone enjoy his
food so much.  He didn't lookup until he finished his third helping after
which he turned and looked at Tony.

"Time to get back to work, boss?"  He started to get up and stopped as if
he remembered something.  "Be back in a minute," he said.

He walked toward the back door, stepped up on the stoop and knocked.
When Mom opened the door, he stepped back - almost falling off of the
step - and started talking to her.  We couldn't hear it all, because of
the distance, but from what we could catch, he was complimenting, and
thanking her for the three big bowls of chili that he had devoured.  I
was impressed, Tony was too.

"Good kid."  Tony said through a big smile, acting proud of him.

We continued to listen but we didn't have to strain our ears to hear him
bellow out, "Can I use your bathroom?"  I wanted to yell that I would
help him hold it if it was too big and heavy for one person - but I
restrained myself.

They went back to work; Bob and I cleared the table and I helped Mom at
the sink with the dishes while Bob got ready for his date with Jill.  He
wouldn't be home for dinner because it was dinner at her house.  I
dropped it on Mom, as I dried the last of the lunch dishes, that I had a
date with Peg right after dinner.  That was a whopper but I couldn't very
well tell her the date was with Tony, not Peg.  Dad came home, as I was
ready to leave the kitchen.  I stuck around to listen to the
conversation.

"How'd it go?"  Mom asked as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Great!  Much better than I expected.  All we have to do is close the
deal."  He turned and noticed that I was in the room and then turned back
to Mom with a big smile.  "Where's Bob?"  he mumbled to Mom.

"Oh!"  Mom said, "I forgot to tell you that he left awhile a go.  He will
be having dinner at Jill's house."

"The news will have to wait then," he said, mumbling to Mom again.

"Did you have lunch?"  she asked.

"Yeah, I had a quick snack - enough to hold me until dinner."  He pulled
out a chair and sat down at the table.  "How'd lunch go here?  Did
everyone get fed?"

"The guys ate out on the picnic table," Mom answered.  "And you know me,
a good cook always tests the food in preparation - I over did it.  Oh, I
had my fill alright."  She turned around and noticed that Dad was seated
at the table, "Are you sure you don't want to taste the chili - I could
heat up some, there's plenty left."

I left the kitchen before Dad answered because I had to take a piss.  In
my urgency, I took two steps at a time to get to the upstairs bathroom.
After relieving myself, I made the mistake that I often make; I shook it
too long and too hard.  The action grew into an act of masturbation,
which I continued on my bed in my room.  I had my eyes closed and was
tripping on what Chad would look like in the nude.  Man, I thought, as
the rhythm of my strokes picked up, I would like to see those big balls
of his.  I bet they are low hangers in a hairless skin sack.  I was
really getting into it, visualizing myself licking his balls, when I
opened my eyes to see Dad standing at the door.  My jaw must have dropped
to my chest.  I was so stunned that I froze with my fist wrapped around
my pole.

"OHHHH FUCK" I bellowed out.  I wasn't sure if it was audible or not - at
the time, I didn't care.

"Soah-ree" he said looking both startled and embarrassed.  I have never
seen such a surprised look on Dad's face, and he had reason.

He couldn't have been anywhere near embarrassed as I was.  To make my
embarrassment even worse, his eyes opened even wider when he took a long
look at the hard-on that I tightly clutched in my hand.  It wasn't just a
glance.

"I...I wanted to talk to you for a minute," he stammered, still acting a
little stunned.  "But, we can let it go 'till later ... I can see that
you are busy," he mumbled, looking down at the floor like a bashful kid,
"finish up what you are doing."  He slowly turned as if he was leaving
but turned back and looked toward me as he reached for the doorknob.
"You have quite a tool there," he said with a big smile, and left closing
the door behind him.

I looked down the length of my nude body and was surprised to see I was
still holding my dick.  "What in the hell just happened?  Is this for
real?  Did Dad just catch me pounding my pub, or what?"  I was so stunned
that I couldn't move for what seemed like a full minute.  I finally
managed to let go of my dick.  I was out of it for what seemed hours but
eventually I mellowed out when I realized how super Dad handled it.  The
remark about my pecker was cool too but I still couldn't help but be a
little embarrassed.  Coming from anyone else, other than my own father,
it would have been a compliment.  The thought of being caught by him was
a turn off.  What was, a moment ago, a tall mighty structure was now as
limp as a dishrag.  To come out of it, I decided to take a shower and get
ready to meet Tony.

After my shower, I wrapped the towel around me and went to our bedroom.
To my surprise, Dad was sitting on my bed waiting for me.  I knew that he
wasn't there to look at my dick again so I just dropped the towel and got
dressed while he talked.  He started out by telling me that he spent the
morning at Rayburn's negotiating a deal on a late model used BMW.  He
said that the salesman, Rayburn himself, recognized the name and
connected it to Bob and me.  Rayburn told him that he made a deal
sometime ago on the Toyota that we were interested in and that car was
still on the lot and the deal was still open.

After hearing that much, I tried to remain calm.  I tried not the think
that Dad may have made the same kind of deal by sticking his pecker
through the same glory hole that we did.

He went on to explain the purpose of his talk.  He talked about helping
us to get the car that we wanted by selling the boat, it was getting so
we weren't using it as much and it was damaged by the storm.  With the
family Chevy as a trade-in, and what he set aside for the down on the
BMW, he said that he might be able to swing both deals.  Since we
wouldn't be going to the bay this summer, he suggested that Bob and I
could get summer jobs - that's if we wanted the car.

I couldn't contain myself, ran over and threw my arms around him in a
great big hug.  "Does Bob know?"  I asked, trying to control my
exuberance.

"We talked some, but not about this deal," he answered as he reached
behind me and slapped me on the ass.  "It's been as hell to get you two
guys together to talk."  He pulled away while he continued, "Come on
let's go down, dinner must be almost ready."  He was right, dinner was on
the table and Mom was about to call us.  After Mom and Dad were seated, I
pulled out the chair at my usual place and slid into it.  It was strange
not having Bob sitting next to me, he didn't miss many meals.  Mom picked
up the first serving dish passed it accross the table to Dad.

"I checked with Tony before they left, Dad said as he took a small
portion of string beans from the serving bowl.  "He said that they would
probably finish up by tomorrow afternoon."

"Good," Mom said.  "Did you invite them to dinner tomorrow like we
planned?"

"Oh, yeah, they both accepted and were delighted."

I was looking forward to having Tony and Chad have Sunday dinner with us.
On Sundays, we usually ate in the dinning room.  That meant that we would
skip lunch and have an early dinner and a late, light supper - sometimes
only the dessert that we were too full to eat at the earlier meal.

"That Clarence is a nice young man!  I like him," Mom said, smiling to
herself.  "And polite too," she added.

I like him too, I thought, but for my own reasons.  "Tony calls him
Chad," I said, "I remember him from school."

There was too much activity, passing the food around, for either of them
to comment or ask about him.  Why he dropped out of school was never
brought up.  I wouldn't have finked on him anyhow.  After we started
eating, there was little conversation about the car deals.  Apairently he
discussed it with Mom before he came to my room and interupted me while I
was in the middle of a perfectly good jerk-off.  I didn't think of it at
the time but it would have been a good opertunity for me to get down to
the mitty-gritty and ask him if there was anything going on with him and
Tony.  At the time I felt really close to him but not close enough to
drop a question like that on him.  I became more and more determined to
lay it on Tony, and get an answer.

After dinner, I helped Mom with the dishes and went to my room to kill
time.  I had to do some planning because I had to leave the house in
enough time to get to the other side of the park by seven.  Whenever I
went out with Peg, I always walked to her house, then from there, we
walked together to the Teen Canteen - I never took my bike.  This time,
to meet Tony on time, I would have to sneak my bike from the back of the
house - I managed to do that.  When I entered the parking lot, Tony must
have seen me because he jumped out of his truck and waited at the
tailgate for me.  As soon as I got off my bike, he lifted it to the bed
of the truck.

"I want to get out of here.  The cop cruiser went through a few minutes
ago.  I think this parking lot has become popular with the gays; the cops
are out thick to discourage that."

I went around to the passenger side and got in.  "Where are we going?  I
asked."

"My place, we have to talk."

I couldn't wait.  I started asking questions about Dad while he turned
the key to start the motor, "So tell me about you and Dad."

"Nothing to tell.  It's like I said, I met him at the urinal in the
school men's room, the same way I met you and your brother."

"You must get a lot of guys that way."  As soon as it got out of my
mouth, I regretted saying it; I was being such a bitch.

"No, I have a keen eye and watch for those that might be interested," he
said to defend himself.

"No, I didn't mean what I just said," I said apologetically as I grabbed
his shoulder.  When I realized I was actually touching his body, I knew
how much I wanted him.  My hand crept down to his lap.  I slipped my hand
to the spot.  "Your fly is unzipped," I said softly as I worked my hand
through the open zipper and under the band of his jockey shorts.

"Yeah, I had it out playing with it while I was waiting for you to show
up."

"You pervert!  No wonder the cops watch that parking lot."

"Pervert?  Look at you!  You are the one that has a hand in my pants,
playing with my dick."

"But, you are the one letting me.  You like it!"

He reached over and gave me a quick grope as he floored the gas and
wheeled back on the road.  "Let's get home and get NAKED!"

I held on to the warm flesh that I had in my hand.  I could feel it
slowly expanding and filling out.  With my free hand, I reached down and
felt my own.  It was as if the energy from his was flowing up the arm
holding his and down the arm holding mine.  I just held on to both,
feeling them grow while we raced down the long driveway to his house.  He
slowed down and stopped almost at the doorway.  Then looked over at me.

"You sure have the touch.  You can feel what you have done to me.  It
doesn't get much harder than that."

"Yeah, I do have the touch.  That touch worked on me too.  This time my
right hand knew what my left hand was doing."

"Let's get into the house.  I have a surprise for you."

"It won't be a surprise, I already know how big it is; I've seen it
before."

"That's not the surprise, you'll see, come on let's go in," he said as he
gently removed my hand and zipped up.

When we got into the house, he went directly to the refrigerator.  "One
for me and one for you," he held up two beers.  "Beer okay or do you want
a soda?"

"Beer is cool," I said.

"Cool?  ... Right!  It's not warm, for sure.  It's been in there since
last night."  He was smiling at his own pun as I followed him into the
living room.  After placing the two cans of beer on the coffee table, he
picked up the TV remote control.

"The surprise!"  He held up the remote showing it to me, "This is it!
You will see the hottest porno you've ever seen."

"Fann...tastic!  Super studs, I hope."

"The best!  Gay guys making out with each other like mad.  First, you
have to take off all of your clothes so we can have a warm-up before I
start the tape.  Better yet, let me undress you."

"Only if you let me watch you strip down until you are in your
under-shorts; then, I want to do the rest."

"Hey!  We can't go any further until I explain, about your father and me.
I owe it to you... but it's like I said, nothing happened because someone
came in to take a piss."

"So?"  "What happens if he finds out that I had his two sons?"

"Probably nothing!  He caught Bob and me together in the same bed."  I
went on and told him the rest of the story about how we suspected and
later found out that he was thick with Tom.  Tony just listened without
asking any questions as I spoke.

"Hold still," he cooed as he moved in close and reached for my waist.  I
felt the snap at the waist of my Levi's release, he gently pulled down
the zipper.  "We can talk about that later," he said as he worked my
pants down to my ankles.

I looked straight ahead.  His body slipped out of my line of view as he
melted into a kneeling or stooping position.  I waited for the warmth of
his mouth to surround my flaccid member.  The even warmth was incredible.
He must have had the whole thing in there because I could feel his lips
against my pubic hairs, I had to look.  It was true; his nose was nestled
in my pubes.  While I watched intently, something spectacular occurred; I
felt him swallow.  It wasn't just a mere swallow; it was as if he was
"chugalugging" down a beer except it was me.  The gulps were slower but
each time he swallowed, I got harder and went deeper in his throat with
each swallow that he took - I wondered why he didn't choke on it.

After about four or five of those deep swallows, I couldn't contain
myself and let out a loud moan, he backed off but still kept the swollen
head hidden.  With it still buried, he placed each of his hands on my
hips and guided me backwards toward the couch.  I twisted to look to make
sure the couch was directly behind me and nothing else was, like the
coffee table.  I plopped down on the cushion with him hanging on my thing
like a hungry baby sucking a tit.  I became aware that his one hand was
trying to remove one of my thongs so I kicked them off while he slipped
one leg of my Levi's over my foot.  When he got to the other, my big toe
got hung up in the material somehow.  I couldn't believe it when he
popped my dick out of his mouth and went for the toe that he had managed
to free.  I never had anyone suck my big toe until then.  It was a thrill
to behold, maybe even more intense than having my cock sucked.  That
could have been because I've never had my big toe in anyone's mouth and
it was an entirely new sensation - like a tickle but more sexual.

He licked his way up to my kneecap and then curved into my inner thigh,
licking a trail all the way up to my balls.  After getting my sack good
and wet, he sucked one of my balls into his mouth and tickled it with his
tongue.  Not only was I experiencing sensations beyond belief but there
was the added visual thrill - it was like watching live porno but it was
happening to me.  I watched intently as he took only the head of it in
his mouth and moved his tongue around the very outer edge of the helmet.
He was taking short strokes and the sensitive edge was popping in and out
of his lips -- it was driving me wild.  I envied how much he was enjoying
himself because I got my kicks blowing guys as much as he did.  It was my
turn to get at his so I placed my hands on each side of his head and
slowly but gently forced him into a standing position.  He started
removing his shirt when I realized that I hadn't removed mine either.
After I was completely nude, I reached out to feel his hard-on through
his Levi's.  My heart rate must have jumped twenty beats a second higher
when he stepped back to remove his pants and shoes.  I watched him strip
down to his shorts.

"Don't take any more off," I said, so excited that I could hardly speak.
"Come here, I want to finish undressing you."

He knew just what I wanted.  He moved in closer, placed his hand on the
back of my head, and forced my face into the crotch of his jockey shorts.
I chewed on the fabric while I breathed the wonderful scent of his
manhood.  He reached down, pulled one side of the waistband down enough
so that his penned up monster was released and sprang out from its cage
like a wild animal.  Its hardness was exemplified when it hit my cheek.
He rubbed it all over my face, teasing me, before I opened my mouth
begging for it.  Now it was my turn to show him how good a cocksucker I
was by making love to his cock.

I slipped down off of the couch.  By kneeling on the floor, with him
standing above me, my mouth even with his beautiful male organ.  I
grasped the shank and held tightly while I ran my tongue around the under
edge of the cap following its shape to the under side and up to the pee
hole.  I forced the tip of my tongue into the slit searching for precum -
there was plenty - enough to savor as I spread it over the entire surface
of the enormous knob.  After flicking my tongue tickling and licking the
precum, I popped the complete head into my mouth while still flicking my
tongue.

"Suck my cock!  Suck it!  Suck that big cock!"  he moaned.

I ran my tongue down the shaft and to his balls, in one long sweep.  His
balls were huge, bigger than any that I had held.  I weighed them on the
palm of my hand while my tongue darted out for a taste.  Licking a guys
balls was one of my favorite things.  I loved doing it because it gave so
much pleasure to, in this case Tony, and me as well.  He verified this by
letting out a long low moan that caused vibrations that I could actually
feel on my tongue as I licked his balls.  He placed both hands on my
shoulders, down my back and then to the front of me.  His fingers found
my nipples - he pinched and twisted them as I took the head of his man
meat into my mouth.  As I took more and more of it in, he placed both of
his hands, one on top of the other, on top of my head.  He pressed down
gently and while holding my head steady, he slowly pushed it in deeper
into my throat.  I relaxed and allowed him to take over.  The length of
his strokes increased until I was taking the complete length of it.
Slowly his hands moved from my chest and slipped under my armpits and he
gently lifted me to my feet.

"We have to go to bed," he said panting.

Even though I am five-ten and weigh about 160 pounds, he lifted me
like a baby and carried me to the bedroom.  If I hadn't relaxed and
completely surrendered to him, it wouldn't have been possible.  As soon
as he lowered me to the bed, I sat up and patted the space next to me
indicating that I wanted him to lie down.

"Now lay back, I want to continue what I started, It's my turn now."

After he had settled down, lying on his back, I swung my leg over and
straddled his body, I was looking into his face and about to position
myself to sit on his erection.  I reached behind me and nestled it
between the cheeks of my butt.  After it was in place, I let go of it and
massaged the head of it by working those cheek muscles.  When he started
lifting his hips, I reached back to place it more accurately for
insertion.  Suddenly, he reached up and pulled me down to his face.

"Are you sure that you want this?"  he panted.

I didn't answer him.  I grasped his dick even harder and rubbed it up and
down the crevasse.  He got my answer.

"Let me get some lube."  He jumped up, I rolled over on my back and
slowly stroked myself while I waited for his return.

"Stay just as you are," he said as he clutched a tube of KY.

He knelt on the bed and shuffled to the space between my spread legs.
After he raised my legs to gain access to my waiting hole, I felt his
lubed finger enter me.  He was so gentle that even that felt good.  As he
worked his finger further in, he bent low and moved toward my mouth; our
lips met, then our tongues.  I felt movement down below as our tongues
explored each other's mouths.  With what must have been two fingers, he
had loosened me up enough for something much, much larger.  I pulled away
by turning my head to the side and moving my lips close to his ear.

"Go for it!"  I whispered, panting with passion.  "I want you in me!"

I felt his body shift and the smooth skin of the hard head of his dick
circled the area surrounding the spot.  I felt a rush when he found the
entrance and lined up for the push.  He started exerting pressure,
pushing in.  I opened my mouth, not in pain, but to catch my breath and
relax even more.  When I did, he pressed his mouth to mine.  His tongue,
and the huge helmet on his rod, entered me at the same time.  With our
mouths locked together, all activity stopped - I was breathing hard.  As
my breathing chilled out, he continued his push.  It was a slow steady
glorious sensation that was building with each inch that he pushed in.
Before he was fully in, he started his strokes.  As he continued, each
stroke got longer as he went in deeper.  Finally, I was feeling his pubic
hairs hitting against me.  By then I was almost doubled in half with my
feet planted firmly against his massive chest.  He moved my legs to his
shoulders and placed both hands on the mattress, next to my shoulders as
if he was going to do pushups.  In that position, with his body straight,
supported only by his toes and hands, he started his deep plunges.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  I yelled.  Give it to me!"

"Grab that cock!  Tighten up and squeeze it."  he shouted as he slapped
my ass with his free hand.

Not only could I feel his pubes pressing against me with each plunge but
his swinging balls were slapping into me too.  He slowed up for an
instant, then took my cock in his free hand, and slowly started to stroke
me.  After a few strokes, he grasped the shank and held it steady.  His
tongue shot out as he lowered his head far enough to lap the precum that
I had produced.  He started a long low moan indicating that his climax
was near.  In an attempt to keep up with him, I reached up and grabbed
the shank of my cock as he released his hold.  Miraculously he managed to
get the head of it into his mouth.  I continued to take short fast
strokes while he kept his lips wrapped around it begging for my load by
emitting short throaty yawps - like a little puppy dog.  In his
excitement he whirled his hips wildly each time he was in as far as it
would go.  After a few more wild plunges, he found my prostrate.  I let
out an uncontrolled groan with each hit.  I tried to hold back but I
couldn't control it any longer -- the time had come.  It happened; I went
off with such force that some actually squirted out from under his lips
and ran down the shaft.  He moaned loudly as he pulled out of me.  He
squeezed the shank of his cock to hold back the pressure that was welling
up until he could move up to my mouth.  When his cock was inches from my
face, he released the chokehold he had on it and it sprung wildly and
squirted the first installment, of three, into my open mouth.  I was just
coming down from my spasms when he started his.  I wrapped my arms around
him and held him tightly until he chilled out.  Breathing hard, he
collapsed and rolled over next to me.

"Now!" he gasped, trying to catch his breath, "Now that we have
completed our warm-up, let's go into the living room and watch that porno
video."

TO BE CONTINUED

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