Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 23:06:39 EST
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 18  (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                         The Power - Part 18
                        By GetRealGuy@aol.com

The street was dark as we turned the corner into our block, except for
the single streetlight up near the house.  Tony looked over at me when I
put my hand on his shoulder to get his attention.  Without speaking, I
motioned for him to pull over to an empty spot on the curb.  We weren't
in front of the house, a few houses down, but I thought it best to get
out there because of the neighborhood watchdog.  Big Red might wake up
and since Mom and Dad's bedroom overlooked the street, his barking might
wake Mom; Dad, like Bob, was a heavy sleeper.

I reached for the door handle with one hand and slid the other hand down
for a final squeeze by clutching the cloth that surrounded that bulge in
his lap.  Without actually putting it into words, it was my way of saying
that the sex was great; I loved his cock, his bod, and everything else
about him -- but man! -- to my surprise, he was hard again!  I found the
zipper and started tugging at it.  Moments before, the thought of giving
him head hadn't entered my mind but since the need had arisen, I couldn't
resist.

As I fumbled with the zipper, that weird thing happened again.  Right
after Tony and I had finished and went from his bed to the living room, a
very strong feeling of Bob's presence overwhelmed me.  Maybe "The Power",
I thought, but because we were starting to grow out of using it, I tried
to pass it off.  In the past month, Bob had been so involved with Jill,
and me with Peg, that we seldom had the need to communicate, mentally or
otherwise.  On the other hand, maybe there was nothing mysterious about
the feeling that Bob wanted to get in touch with me.  After that talk
with Dad, I realized that there was a real need for us to get our stories
straight -- and fast.  In my urgency, unknowingly, maybe I was the one
sending out signals to Bob and not the other way around.  I decided to
put off watching the gay porno video until another time, even though I
was dying to see it, I had never seen one.  Tony was disappointed when I
gave him the excuse that I had to be home early, but not telling him
exactly why.  After showering together, Tony drove me home.

On the way, not much was said.  I told him that Dad decided to go for the
BMW and that he was trying to swing a deal for a car for Bob and Me.
What I didn't tell him was that tomorrow morning I would be standing in
the car lot, face to face with the guy that sucked me off through a glory
hole.  I didn't mention that it earned me a hundred and Bob an additional
two hundred bucks.  Of course, if we weren't promised that three hundred
dollars would be taken off of the windshield price of the Toyota we
wanted, I wouldn't have submitted to the cravings of the homo salesman --
I'm lying!  Apparently, from what Dad said, that salesman was Rayburn,
himself, the owner of the used car lot, and he was willing to stand by
the deal.  I am sure that he didn't tell Dad why he made such a lavish
offer to us.  Hopefully it can be pulled off without Dad getting wise to
the why.  Bob explained to me, when a used car salesman starts backing
off on the posted price, he's not hurting because the selling price is
already inflated enough to allow it.

"Better not," Tony whispered hoarsely, as he sat up straight in his seat
and nudged my hand away, "there's someone coming up the sidewalk."

I looked up.  "Shit, it's old man Hill.  Look at him stagger -- he's
drunk again.  Ever since his wife passed away," I whispered as if someone
besides us could hear, "every night, he walks up to Jack's Place and
throws one on -- poor guy."  Continuing to unzip his pants, I started to
lower my head.  "I know him," I mumbled, "he's too drunk to see
anything."  Automatically, Tony raised his hips slightly and leaned back
to make it easier.  In a flash, I had his zipper down and was probing for
flesh.  "Just let me give it a little kiss good night," I cooed, as I
blew my hot breath on it.

"Better not, he is almost here.  He'll recognize you, duck down quick."

He pushed my head down further to keep me out of sight.  I kept my mouth
opened wide.  His cock slipped past the tip of my tongue and made its way
down the warm tunnel of my throat.  Gasping for air, I took more and more
of it in.  Finally, I felt his pubic hairs tickle the end of my nose and
I was inhaling the essence of the Irish Spring soap that we used when we
showered together before we left his house.  The scent reminded me how my
hands, covered with suds, lathered every inch of his hard muscles,
including that all-important one that I had in my mouth.  At that time,
and it was again, the hardest muscle of all.

"Hey," he groaned, as he through his head back, "I can't come again.  You
drained every drop out of that thing while we were in the shower."

"I know," I panted, as I came up far enough for a breath of air and to
lick the precum that was oozing from the little slit.  "If I got it all,
what was that I just tasted?"  I looked up at him and caught him smiling
down at me.  "I'll just kiss it good night and make sure that you aren't
keeping any of that good stuff from me."  I went down again and reached
for my own which was already hard and poking at my fly wanting to join in
on the fun.  I couldn't come back up because Tony had placed his hand on
the back of my neck holding me down to keep me out of sight.  About then,
there was a loud wrapping sound on the driver's side window, next to
Tony.  I was only on the first plunge but that wonderful thing was lodged
as deep in my throat as its length would permit.  Hoping that he wouldn't
panic and try to pull me off, I tried to breathe best I could.  I felt
him moving his arm as he rolled down the window.

"Ya...Yah gota... gatta maaash?"  Old man Hill must have seen Tony
sitting in the cab, he couldn't see my head in Tony's lap because the
truck was too high -- he thought Tony was alone.  "Ya...Yah got ah
cig...er...rett?"  I couldn't see but I heard a thump as he leaned
against the truck door trying to steady his balance.

My jaws were locked and I was starting to realize how enormous Tony's
dick was.  I didn't know how long I could hold out without gagging with
this monster of a thing as far down my throat as it could go.  On top of
that, the head of it had swollen to the point where I was sure that it
was about to burst -- oh man!  -- he was about to shoot.  I started to
panic.  I didn't want him to come yet because it was too soon.  Finally,
I became convinced that old man Hill couldn't see me so by keeping low, I
could dislodge that big knob from down deep and come up far enough to use
my tongue.  I managed to move up out of the longest deep throat ever.
The head remained in my mouth but I was able to give the sensitive head
the supreme workout.  I whorled my tongue round and round causing his
whole body to quiver.  When his cock started jumping with excitement, it
became obvious that he had underestimated my ability to make him come
again.

"I... I... I...dah... ont smoke...pal," Tony grunted spasmodically, as he
quickly rolled up the window.

"Sah...ree!.... X...cooze... mee."  I could barely hear old man Hill
through the closed window.  He hiccupped a few times and, as far as I
could tell, staggered off.

Tony was kicking his feet excitedly, and raising off of the seat.  My
head was pressed against the underside of the steering wheel where I
couldn't move.  This was it!  To my delight this huge tube of hard flesh
was about to go off.  There wasn't anything I liked better than sucking
a nice big fat one.  My reward is knowing that I'm satisfying a guy and
and bringing him to what I hope will be... the ultimate climax.

The huge head started to pulse telling me that I was about to receive the
gift that I craved.  Uncontrollably, I started moaning, begging for his
load.  I may have passed out from the lack of air, I didn't know for
sure.  All that I knew was that my whole body lunged into one big spasm
and I realized that I not only got out from under the steering wheel but
I was kneeling on the seat with my dick in Tony's mouth.  I was so out of
it that when I swallowed to catch my breath, the big gob of Tony's cum
slid down and was on its way to my stomach.  A phenomenal thing happened.
It was as if Tony's load passed through my body and was added to mine --
I was gushing a gallon of cum into his mouth.

"Thought you said that you couldn't cum again," I gasped, as I swallowed
hard once more.

"I couldn't -- but the devil made me do it," he said, mockingly.  "You
cute little devil of a whore," he leaned over and kissed me on the lips,
smiling at the same time.

I looked down into his face and realized where I was and that he had just
called me a whore.  I knew it was meant in a kidding way but it was true.
A whore is one that accepts money for sex, that's me; I had been there
and done that but I didn't want him to know about my indiscretions.  My
thoughts were suddenly diverted, Bob was calling me again.  I reached for
the back of the seat to help steady myself.  As I got my grip, my watch
caught the scant light coming through the windshield.

"Man," I said, as I rolled over into a sitting position while trying to
focus on my watch, "look what time it is!"  I was using the time as an
excuse to make my exit.

Reaching out I grabbed the door handle and slid across the seat in one
continuous motion.  The sliding caused a certain amount of friction that
made me aware that Tony had really plowed my ass and what a night it was.
Leaning back, I planted a quick, unexpected peck on his cheek and swung
one leg out of the open door.  Being careful, because the curb was dark,
I spanned from the truck to the sidewalk.  Now, the plan was that I would
be as quite as possible and work my way in the shadow of the tall hedge
of the neighbor's house.  Good deal, I made it and was about to sneak up
our driveway without waking Big Red.  Wrong!  Big Red was sitting next to
the rosemary bush.  Dogs are smart.  Several months ago, Big Red somehow
sensed that the bush was a cure-all for what ailed him.  Mom was the one
that called it to my attention when she remarked that any other dog would
pee on the bush but Big Red nipped the needle like leaves and actually
ate them.  I've seen dogs eat grass when they were sick, but never a
rosemary bush.

"Come here boy," I whispered, holding my finger over my lips.

He seemed to understand, crouched low as he approached, and then rolled
over on his back asking me to scratch his belly.  "Tummy hurt?  Tummy
hurt, boy?"  He loved to have his belly rubbed -- I had done it many
times before.  He moaned in despair when I stopped and wanting more, he
got up and followed me to the kitchen door.  After giving him a quick pat
on the head, I opened the door just enough for only me to squeeze
through.  I watched through the crack, before closing the door fully.  He
sat there a second looking at the door.  He knew that I was on the other
side but when he became convinced that I wasn't going to pet him any
more, he tilted his head to one side and let out a little whimper.  Then,
he turned, wagged his tail to say goodbye and bounded to the Wilson's
front lawn across the street.  Without turning the light on, like a blind
man, I worked my way through the kitchen on my way to the stairs.

When I felt the banister, I held on it to steady myself while I slipped
off my tongs.  Counting the steps as I went up, five, six... eight, I
stretched over the seventh because it squeaked.  I could see Bob was in
bed.  The light coming through the window silhouetted the mound of
bedclothes that he was under.  Awake or not, I was going to wake him by
getting in bed with him.  I wanted to make sure that I left my clothes
near my bed instead of Bob's, so I turned my back to him, slipped out of
my T-shirt, dropped and stepped out of both my pants and under shorts as
if they were one.  What happened after I was completely nude was
unexpected but it didn't scare me.  I moved into the feather touch of
Bob's hand.

"Nice ass, guy!  Back up and get in bed with me," he whispered.

Right away, I could tell that he was nude; his body was warm as I
snuggled my back against him.

"How'd you make out with Tony?"

"How yah know?"  I'd been busted.  My first reaction was that I was a
little ashamed of myself.  Wondering if he would jaw me for being such a
slut, I rolled over on my back, closed my eyes, and waited for...
whatever.

"Your bike wasn't in the back yard where it usually is and you don't take
your bike to Peg's.  Did you ride over?"  He was calm and composed, I
didn't expect that.

"Oh shit, man!"  I said, well above a whisper, "my bike is in Tony's
truck.  I forgot it!"  I raised my head and moved as if I was going to
get out of bed.

"Hey!"  Bob whispered, holding me down.  "Nothing you can do now.  Not to
worry, Tony will probably come early enough and put it in the back where
it belongs."

"Man, I hope so," I moaned, sounding somewhat relieved.

"Now forget that, we have something more important to talk about.  That's
why I waited up half the night for you."

"Dad talked to you about the car, right?" I was anticipating where he
was headed.

"More than that!  You were the topic of conversation."

"Me?  How's that?"

Bob went on to tell me about how Dad was concerned that if he landed the
deal with both cars, how practical would it be for us to share a car
between us; would I be getting the short end of the stick?  Even Dad
realized that I wasn't a car buff, and a grease monkey, I was not.  Bob
would be putting his head under the hood, not me and maybe Bob would get
more use out of it.  I knew all of this but I felt that nothing could be
better than to have joint ownership.  Already the prospect was bringing
Bob and me closer together -- super with me!  We talked it over realizing
that making the payments would probably eat up our combined allowance.
Fortunately, the family Chevy, as the trade-in, plus what we will get
from the boat, would surely help Dad swing the deal on both cars.  Then
when the three hundred was taken off, that would help even more.  With our
allowances used up each month, we would have to get off of our asses and
hunt for summer jobs, that is, if we expected to keep gas in the tank.
Having wheels, would open up new possibilities.  There were more job
opportunities out on the highway than in our little town.

The future was looking good, even for Dad.  That was why he was getting
the wheels he always wanted.  Atkins, Dad's boss, was supposed to retire
this summer.  As his replacement, he would get a raise.  We had planned
on getting that very car but finked out on it when Bob got caught
screwing Jan at work and was fired.  Needless to say, when our plans fell
in the toilet, we flushed; we couldn't very well, ask Dad to carry the
contract.  We never dreamed that things would go in our favor, like it
did.  I was surprised our dream car was not sold and was still available
under the original terms.

"Sooo... whats yah think," I said to Bob.

"I think... I think .... that Dad's a pretty good guy!"

"And do you think that he made the same kind of deal we did, by sticking
it in that glory hole?"  I was more than just curious.

"No way!  Dad maybe a good looking dude, but that old fairy goes for the
younger types, like us."

"You should know the kind he goes for, he did you twice," I was being
bitchy.

"That's because he's a size queen.  We are the mostest with the
distinction of being the only teenage, male twins, in town.  To boot, we
have that size that counts.  He went ballistic when I brought you around
and he saw that we were twins.  To raise his temperature, I got him aside
and told him that you had ten inches."

"And did you explain that was when it was soft?"  We both laughed.

"Come on!" Bob snickered. "Where do you hide it? -- up your ass? I
bet he'll be still drooling over us tomorrow."

"Yeah, that is what I am worried about.  I hope Dad..."

"Not to worry, we'll just play it cool.  We earned ourselves three
hundred bucks helping out a queer in need and the payoff for being good
Samaritans will come tomorrow!  It will always be our little secret, dig?
I saved up some to add to the fund too."

"Me too.  Being the whore that I am, I made a few bucks from that guy in
the theater," I added, smiling at my own admission.  "I saved it to put
in the car fund."

"You are a whore!  Doesn't Tony get jealous of you whoring around like
that?"

"I don't know, I never asked," I said coldly.  "He may whore around too,
for all I know.  Or," I said, questioning my own judgment, "maybe not.  I
checked it out with him and he didn't make it with Dad, not yet anyhow."

"I confess that I jumped to a conclusion and led you on, sorry about
that!  I just wanted to find out for sure and you were the one to find
out by asking..."

"Whoe!  Hold on!  Why me?  Tony thinks just as much of you, or don't you
remember the threesome?"

"Yah, that was awesome!  He wanted more of you, and that's why he screwed
that cute ass of yours tonight.  A little sore down there, Bro," he said,
sarcastically.

"Yah," I confessed, barely audible enough for him to hear.

"I knew because normally you would be rubbing your ass all over my dick."

I realized that I was still lying on my back but I wasn't avoiding him
like he thought.  To prove it, I rolled over to my side so that my back
was to him and the cheeks of my butt lined up just right.  "I figured
that you wouldn't be interested after your date with Jill."

"Man!  What a turnoff that was, totally!"  he grumbled.  He gave my arm a
punch, like I had something to do with it.  "I was setup.  I was so
nervous at dinner, I could hardly eat.  The main purpose for Jill
inviting me was so her parents could check me out.  Was I good enough for
their sweet little daughter?  Rich enough and did I come from the right
side of the tracks?"

"Well?"  I said, egging him on.

"Do you have to ask?  It's over!  I am tired of being a chauffeur,
driving her around in her expensive Jag.  From now on, it will be a
Toyota pussy wagon I'll be driving, and you too, and she's out of it!"

"Then I trust that you weren't getting any."  I couldn't help but
snicker.

"Never mind that, it's off with her!  We got to figure how we are going
to pull it off tomorrow."

"Before that, one thing still bugs me.  Now that we know that Tony
didn't make it with Dad, do you think it could ever happen?  Tony told me
that it was at the urinal like it was with us -- but nothing happened."

"Yeah!" Bob added, "and maybe he thought that Tony was just looking and
it caught his eye because it's so big.  Even straight guys are curious
and sneak a look while they are next to another guy taking a leak."

"If that was the case, when you saw them meet at the house that day, why
didn't Dad just say; Oh!  you are the guy..."

"Yah!" he interrupted.  "Just like that he would say; you're the guy
that cruised me at the urinal!  Never happened!"

"You're right," I said thoughtfully, "Guess we will never know for sure."

"Yah, not unless we knew for sure if Dad raised a boner while Tony was
looking on."  Bob switched to his intellectual mode.  "Therein lies the
question to find the truth.  Did he or, did he not -- have a boner -- to
be or not to be, sucked off?"

"Right," I said, ignoring Bob's dramatics, "Tony did say that Dad's was
big -- but it's big when it's soft too!  I'm only guessing; I've never
seen it hard."

I figured Bob would come back with a smart-ass remark about when I became
mesmerized when Dad pulled it out, in front of us, to take a piss.
Nothing, he didn't respond.  I listened, and from his slow breathing, it
was evident that he had fallen asleep.  Being careful not to wake him, I
slipped out of his bed and climbed into my own.  I knew better than to
sleep in with him, too much of a chance of getting caught.  I figured
that Dad would be eager to get down to the lot and he would be getting us
up for an early Sunday morning breakfast.  Maybe there would be time to
have a powwow with Bob while we got dressed in the morning.  I was tired
from the night's activities so I closed my eyes -- that was it, the
streetlight shining through the window would go off and in a few hours
the light from the sun would shine through in its place.

Suddenly my eyes were open -- I wasn't together enough to know why.  I
didn't even get a good look at the ceiling when I realized that someone
was rapping on the closed door.

"Morning!  Morning!  Up and at 'em!"  It was Dad.

"Kay...okay!  I'm up!"  I hollered back.  At once, I realized how lucky I
was to be in my own bed.  Dad could have easily busted into our room to
wake us.

"Get your brother up!  Meet you down stairs.  Mom's fixing breakfast."
His voice faded as he walked down the hall.

"I'm up! I'm up," I repeated, still half-asleep but managing to get out
of bed.  After standing and steadying myself, I looked down at my nude
body.  "I'm up and it's hard as a rock!"  I said aloud, as I gave it a
few tugs.  Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks, "Man, the bike!"  I
hurried to the window, our bedroom window looked out into the back yard.
"Thank God," I said, still talking to myself.  There it was, my bike was
in the back yard where it was supposed to be -- "Thanks Tony!"  I was so
elated that I decided to celebrate.  Piss hard-on or not, I thought,
there is time to get myself off before waking Bob -- it wouldn't take me
long.

I got a good grip on it even before I was back in my bed.  I closed my
eyes so that I could better visualize myself kneeling at Tony's feet.  He
was standing above me with his ball sack brushing the tip of my nose.  I
kept my eyes closed and I was well into visualizing myself licking those
beautiful hanging balls.  When it comes to balls, Tony's are to dream of.
And when it comes to licking a guy's nuts, I could almost cum without
touching myself if they were anything like Tony's.

Suddenly, in the middle of a downward stroke, a distraction -- I heard
Bob move in his bed.  I looked over to see him lying on his back with his
cock tenting the covers.  In a flash, I was kneeling on the floor beside
his bed.  Bending over him, I could see that he appeared to be fast to
sleep.  Ever so gently, I lifted the cover off of that tent pole -- what
a sight, I mean if I had a protractor to measure the angle from his body,
it would have been darn close to a ninety.  I thought my best bet would
be to start with some nice gentle licking on the crown so as not to wake
him up too fast.

I shuffled in a little closer and took my own in my hand.  As I moved my
head closer, my tongue darted out.  The first touch of my tongue was to
the very tip and was extremely gentle, as I meant it to be.  I drew my
tongue back in my mouth and worked up some spit to get it good and wet --
enough so when I stuck it back out, a stream of saliva ran off the point
of it to the head of his waiting dick.  I traced the saliva with my
tongue over the complete head and down under the half-retracted foreskin.
When I looked up into his face, I wasn't surprised to see him watching
me.  Knowing how it felt, I would have been surprised if anyone could
have slept through my specialty -- "my wet tongue whirling under the
foreskin".  It was driving him wild but he managed to smile and make his
dick jump twice as if he was trying to kiss me with it.

"Go on, suck that big thing," he whispered.  Yeah, it was Bob all right.
Knowing that it turned me on -- no end -- he was giving out with the
dirty talk.  "I've been waiting for you to do that.  I was pretending to
sleep.  I've been too excited about the car to sleep -- go at it man!
Make me come!"

That's all I needed.  I was pounding my own and taking deep dives on his.
His cock wasn't quite as thick and fat as Tony's but seemed to be about
ten times as hard.  This was far better than lying in my bed, pounding my
own, thinking of Tony.  I remembered that when Bob went off, he shot
hard, powerful spurts, not in flowing blobs like Tony.  I had seen Bob's
cum shoot a foot in the air, maybe more.  The thing that I liked best
about him was that his body felt it all over, every part of him was alive
with ecstasy, and somehow it always transferred to me.  He went wild when
I deep throated him and just stayed down there as long as I could, just
like I was doing then.

"Suck it man!"  He could hardly speak.  "Get ready for a big load -- I've
got one and it's got your name on it!  Suck it out of me."

I was high with shear pleasure that I get when I have a dick in my mouth.
It wasn't just his dick that I was taking, it was his whole body and mind
-- I was experiencing all of him.  I was in his body -- This was "The
Power".  This was something far better than any feeling I could have with
anyone else, including Tony.

"You like it better than Tony!"  He said it aloud but he didn't have too;
we were so in touch with each other that he was actually reading me.
"Slow up, I am about to cum!"  he moaned.

"Not yet, man!  Wait for me to catch up," I said, as I reluctantly popped
it out of my mouth.

"Come on up here and let me give you some help."  He
grabbed one of my arms to raise me.

It's been a long time since I saw him that hot -- he must not have been
kidding when he said that he wasn't getting any from Jill.  I was glad to
oblige.  As I got up on his bed, I swung my legs around so that we were
in a sixty-nine.  He immediately wrapped his arms around me, held me
tightly, and rolled us both over, as one, so that he was on top.  Then,
with his cock still in my mouth, he started fucking.  It was great; I
anticipated every plunge and loosened up my throat muscles to accommodate
him.

At first, he was just licking the head of my cock but eventually he
started to take more and more into his mouth.  With deeper and deeper
plunges, he moved a little further down the shaft.  Finally, he went down
all the way and just froze there; I was surprised that he wasn't gagging.
He suddenly stopped fucking my mouth and pushed his cock in as far as it
would go down my throat; he froze.  I knew why he stopped; he was trying
to hold off his climax.  Nothing doing -- I felt his dick pulsing -- it
didn't work.  It came in squirts and gushes -- at least three or four of
them.  Suddenly his spasms caused him to loose control and dislodge my
cock from his mouth.  It was my turn so it sprung out and started
squirting uncontrollably, in short spurts, like a run away fire hose.  It
all had happened so fast that I hadn't even swallowed his deposit.  I was
still coming down, breathing hard and swallowing, when Bob jumped out of
the bed.

"We must be crazy, we could have been caught," he said, as he bent over
to grab his under shorts.

"Yah," I gasped, "but I had to have it."

"Me too!  I really missed you, Bro."

I was too taken to answer him.  "Let's get down to breakfast," I said
quickly.

Sunday morning breakfast was the usual, the works.  On Sunday, we always
skipped the noonday meal and had a mid afternoon dinner.  That particular
Sunday I was reminded, by the hammering and stumping around on the roof
that Tony and Chad were already at it and they were going to be our
dinner guests later.  They were getting an early start so they could
finish up the roof repair by dinnertime.  I also reminded myself that I
wanted to get Tony alone long enough to thank him for managing to get my
bike to its spot in the back where it belonged -- I was curious how he
pulled it off.  On Sundays, Mom usually went to church with our next-door
neighbor so she wouldn't be coming along with us.  Sometimes Dad drove
her to church and at those times, we were asked to go along, but that
didn't happen too often because Dad liked to spend the morning reading
the Sunday paper.  That Sunday was different.  We had to be at the lot at
nine so he hurried us through breakfast.  I knew right away that I didn't
have time to talk to Tony; it would have to wait until we got back.

Dad stepped out the kitchen door on to the stoop and stepped down to the
pavement.  He stood there and looked at the Chevy as if he was seeing it
for the first time -- or was it the last time, since it would go as the
down payment.  Bob was standing in the doorway and I was standing behind
him.  I became aware that Mom was behind me when she touched me lightly
on the shoulder and in turn, I gave Bob a little nudge so she could get
through.  Mom was on the stoop and Dad was on the pavement below her.  It
was a tender moment when she stood behind Dad and placed her hands on his
shoulders.  Dad stood there motionless for a second and then reached up
and placed his hand over Mom's -- it was heartwarming.  Noticing how
great Mom looked, all dressed up, Bob gave out with a complimentary
whistle.  Mom stepped away from Dad and did the Miss America walk down
the runway -- actually, our driveway.  Bob gave out with another whistle
while I looked on realizing how different she looked with a hat on -- she
never wore a hat except to go to church.  All three of us watched her
walk off.  She looked back, over her shoulder, and purposely put some
extra hip movement in her stride.  It was awkward enough to rate a gong
on the "Gong Show" but we gave her a ten for being funny.  Bob did a
voice imitation of a band playing "Night Train" while Dad and I clapped
the beat.  Mom got embarrassed and ran the rest of the way to the
neighbor's yard."

"Ok guys!  Let's get with it!"  Dad barked as he made the last two claps
of his hands extra loud.  "Into the car guys!"

When I when around to the passenger's side of the car, I was surprised to
see Bob in the driver's seat and even more astonished to see Dad in the
back seat.

"As long as we've had this car, I've never ridden back here."  Thinking
that he looked a little foolish, he grinned as if he were a little boy
that just told a bad joke.

"You drive!"  Bob said as he turned to me, "slide over!"  He opened the
driver's door, jumped out, and moved swiftly around to the other side.

"We better get going," I said with one hand on the wheel and the other
turning the ignition key.

It was early enough and there was no traffic but I drove agonizingly
slow.  My intent was to get a conversation going.  Dad took over.  He
seemed to have it all-to-gather and made it plain that he was going to do
the wheeling-dealing -- that was okay with us.  He asked us what the
windshield price of the Toyota was -- Bob spit it out.

"I want to make sure that it hadn't been changed because I'm going to
hold him to his promise to knock off that three hundred.  The car is
older and a little too sporty for most of his customers.  My guess is
that he's pushing it because he wants to make room for newer cars.  He
can get more of a profit on them.  I personally looked it over and I put
my stamp of approval on it -- when I was your age I would have given my
'left-one' for a car like that."

"Cool!"  Bob yelled, as he gave me a high-five.

"So!"  Dad asked, grinning.  "Did Rayburn tell you that the car was owned
by a little old lady from Pasadena?"

"If it was, she was a swinger because she really chalked up the miles," I
said, to be funny.

"Yeah," Bob chimed in, "she only drove it once a week... but that was on
the Indianapolis race track."

"Yeah," I said, still keeping my eyes on the road ahead of me, "but at
least we know that Rayburn didn't turn back the odometer.  If he had, he
would have given it a few more spins backward," I added, sarcastically.

Bob gave me a frog on my bicep -- that's when only the third knuckle is
used.  Dad was in a good mood; he let out with a short burst of laughter
and spoke up quickly.

"It's a good thing that I know that you guys are kidding around and not
trying to talk me out of it."  He moved forward on his seat and tapped
Bob on the shoulder.  "Bob, I want you to give both cars a real
going-over and then be sure to test drive the Toyota, if you haven't
already.  That's the only way to tell if you really want it.  I've
already driven the BMW, and decided.  I want your input on both cars."

I looked over at Bob quickly.  His expression showed that he was proud
that Dad was giving him credit for his mechanical expertise, over his
own, and trusted Bob's judgment.  Bob still had a half-hidden smile of
pride when we pulled in the lot.  Rayburn was standing at the entrance
waiting for us.  I saw the BMW.  It was up front, on the first line of
cars.  It must have been the most expensive one on the lot so Rayburn had
placed it in front, anxious to make a sale.  The Toyota was nowhere in
sight -- Bob was looking around and was about to panic as he opened the
passenger door.  Rayburn had stepped back and was giving the Chevy that
we offered as our trade in, the going over as if he was an art critic
viewing a painting.

"There's the Toyota over there," Bob cried, sounding relieved.  He got my
attention and pointed to a far corner of the lot.

Dad and Rayburn walked toward the BMW leaving us behind.  What was
strange, Rayburn didn't even acknowledge we existed; his interest was
more on Dad.  They were at the BMW when we came up.

"You met my boys here," Dad said, as both he and Rayburn turned to us.
"They are with me to take you up on the deal you made with them with the
Toyota Cilica over there."

"Yes, he said, "I promised to knock off three hundred off of that already
low sale price on the windshield.  I standby my promises."  He shook my
hand and then Bob's as if he were meeting us for the first time.  "Nice
to see you again," he said to both of us.  "That's your Toyota over
there," he said, as he pointed.

I felt weird for an instant.  As he clutched my hand, I remembered
feeling that same hand wrapped around my dick when I put it through the
glory hole, just before he gave me head.

"Look it over good, guys!"  he said, as he looked straight into my eyes.
"Check the trunk to make sure that everything's there.  I'll get you the
keys so that you can take it for a spin while your Dad and I go into the
office to do a little talking."  There was something weird about him
reminding us to check the trunk.  I made a mental note of it.

Bob followed him to get the keys.  As soon as he returned, we went over
to the car.  Bob popped the hood while I slipped into the driver's seat
and looked over the dash.  He spent a couple of minutes looking over the
motor, then walked up to the window and handed me the keys.

"Start her up!"  he returned to the front to look under the hood.  After
asking me to rib it up a few times, I got out and joined him.  When he
realized that I was looking over his shoulder, he asked me to check the
trunk for the spare.  Bob must have caught it too -- why would Rayburn
suggest that we check the trunk?

I opened the trunk, pulled up the rug and then the cover.  "No spare!"  I
yelled back.  "The jack is here and the little tool kit, but not the
spare."

I heard him slam down the hood.  When I got back he, was in the driver's
seat.  "Thought so!  Rayburn is up to something.  Let's play it cool and
not forget to drop it on him."

"Noted!"  I said, sounding as studious as I could.  "Everything else
okay?"

"As far as I can tell, without taking her for a drive... "He put it into
rhyme, sounding a lot like rap:

                    Everything is great,
                      Let them negotiate.
                    Let's just get in,
                      And take her for a spin.

We took her down the highway a few miles and then back again.  Bob was
beaming with satisfaction -- more than that, he was "having-his-self".

"Our car!  Our car!  It's going to be ours!"  He was actually jumping up
and down in the seat.  I don't think that I have ever seen him so happy.

When we got back, Bob did some tire kicking and took a quick look under
the hood of the BMW.  I could tell that he really wasn't with it; he was
just trying to impress Dad.  After circling the car twice for the affect,
he went over to Dad and whispered something in his ear -- such drama.
That did it.  Dad was convinced; everything was set; Bob told Dad that we
wanted the car.  It was time for Dad to negotiate deals on both cars.
Before he got too carried away and gave Rayburn the good news, Bob
brought Dad's attention back to our dream car by mentioning that the
spare was missing -- he spoke loud enough for Rayburn to hear.

Rayburn overheard the conversation and was ready with an answer.  "Oh,"
he said, "I remember now.  I was going to mention it in case you missed
it."  I got a hold of one but I don't have it now.  I can get it in a few
days if you take the car."  While Dad had his back turned and was some
distance from us examining something on what would be his new treasure,
Rayburn took us aside.  "You two can come by after school tomorrow and I
can have the tire ready, if you take the car.  If not, come by anyhow."

Bob looked at me and we both almost busted out laughing.  Rayburn smiled
a big grin too.  He realized we knew that he was pulling a sneaky to get
us back to the lot again.  And what for?  -- we didn't have to guess.  My
pecker knew what for -- it started stirring around in my jeans.

While Dad and Rayburn went off to the little shack that was the office,
Bob and I went to what we hoped to be our car.  We prepared to wait for
what would seem to be like a lifetime while Dad signed all the papers.
We were going bananas; the waiting was getting to both of us.  We talked
about many things, but nothing.  He asked me about Peg, which didn't seem
important to either of us and he talked about... whatever.  It was easy
to tell that his mind was off somewhere, dreaming about the car, and
hoping Dad could carry it off financially.

Finally, he stepped out of the little shack of an office, pleased and
smiling as he shook hands with Rayburn.  Bob punched me to get my
attention because by that time, I was off somewhere too.

"It's ours!"  Bob was mimicking a yell, with no sound, while showing a
pleased expression that almost looked overdone but knowing Bob, it
wasn't.  "God Damn!  It's ours! he shouted."

Dad walked toward us.  Bob was seated on the driver's side.  The window
was open so Dad placed both elbows on the sill.  He didn't have to say it
-- he couldn't cover his broad grin.  "You guys are the proud owners --
it's now yours!"

Bob was so taken that he reached through the window and awkwardly tried
to hug Dad.  I was so overwhelmed with emotion that... silly me, my eyes
teared-up but no one noticed.

"Meet you at home... and no racing!"  Dad said as he pulled away trying
to cover his own emotions -- it was a happy day for him too; he had a new
toy.  He tried not to hurry as he walked off toward his BMW; Rayburn
followed, there were a few last things to clear-up -- wish we could have
seen the delight on Dad's face.  It was obvious that he was trying not to
run.  Bob reached for the key as he tried to relax his face into a normal
everyday expression.

I was in such a happy mood and didn't want to break it, so I started
laughing at the first thing that came to mind.  "I'm cracking up over
Rayburn -- he's a dork," I chuckled.  "I hope that he makes the glory
hole a little bigger, I could hardly fit!"

Bob started in too, "You're bragging!"  Wanting to top me, he added,
"That's nothin'; he got so excited doing me that he came out from his
side of the hole and finished me off next to the urinal; picture! he was
naked and on his knees!  That guy is a bit much!"

"Then, I take it that you would go for it again?"  I said, laughing along
with him.

"Fucking-A!  Why not?  As long as there is a payoff in cold cash!"

"Right on!" I yelled.  "Me too!  He better shove some folding money
through that glory hole or he won't get mine again."

His one hand left the steering wheel to give me a high-five, then, he
looked straight ahead as we approached the light to turn off the highway
and into town.

"What are we going to name our new dream car," I chuckled, as we made the
turn.

"Bill," he said seriously, "that is your name and since this is our new
baby... So...whats yah say we call it... Billy Junior?  Well?" he looked
over quickly and smiled, "what's you think?"

"I think... I think..." I was choked-up but managed to get it out, "When
we're in your bed together tonight; we can try to make a brother for
him!"

We both laughed as we sped down the road toward home.

TO BE CONTINUED - All comments are welcome
(Please put "The Power" in the title line.)