Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2004 17:40:28 EDT From: Getrealguy@aol.com Subject: The Power - Part 22 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy) The Power - Part 22 by GetRealGuy@aol.com It must have been nine-thirty, or ten, when we checked out of the motel. Actually, no checking out to do except turning in the videos and hitting the road. The only reason we got out of there before noon was Al had to work that day. It was decided that we would stop by Norm's for breakfast on the way to my house, not my idea. Being that lunch was only about an hour or two away, I wasn't for it -- Al was. "I think I'll order their Saturday Breakfast Special!" he groaned as we scooted into a booth near the back. "How about you," he asked, looking up from the menu he had taken from the holder on the table. "Too close to lunch. Think I'll hold out for just the java." I was looking down at my menu too but not really seeing it. Putting it back, I looked over at him and added, "But, go ahead, order big -- don't let me stop you," I lowered my voice and leaned across, closer to him, "enjoy sitting here with the best looking guy in the place." He raised his head and looked toward the counter. "You mean that I'm better looking than that biker dude at the counter?" "Far better, and besides, he's not my type -- you are," I whispered. He blushed a little; then by looking down at his menu abruptly, he alerted me that the waitress was on her way over. It was the same old gal that Bob flattered a couple of times by giving her that whistle most females take as a compliment. Not to her face, she would have known he was joshing, but behind her back, low and confidential like. She fell for it. Bob bragged that it was better than leaving a big tip. He was right; since the first time he pulled it, she's been giving us super service. >From then on, after leaving the check, she takes a few steps away and listens for her gratis tip. We know it's well taken when she deliberately wiggles her ass for us as she goes her way. "Ready to order?" She asked, snapping her gum a couple of times while forcing a smile. "What you have, guys?" she grunted, going from a smile to a scorn of boredom. While reaching in her uniform pocket for her order book, she eyed me suspiciously. "Weren't you in here earlier?" Instead of giving her a quick answer that might distract her, I turned over the empty cup in front of me, and watched her fill it. I motioned for her to stop before it was filled to where I couldn't add cream and sugar. "No, by god. It was your brother." She cocked her head back slightly as if she was trying to focus on me. "I'm gettin' better tellin' you two apart -- you're the quite one." She undoubtedly knew Bob was the one that did the whistling, not me. With pad in hand, she clicked her ball-point and turned to Al. "Whats you want, honey?" Al ordered and when she got to me, she tore the sheet off the pad when I informed her that I just wanted coffee. Before she could turn and get away from us, I called out, "My brother, was he alone?" "Yeah! Three refills of coffee. He'd been drinking." Before she finished talking, She turned quickly and shuffled off to the order window. Al glanced at me concerned. "Do you think he will be alright?" "No problem," I told him, passing it off lightly, "he was downing the coffee to get his head straight before driving home -- believe me, he's alright. I would know if he wasn't." "It's not too late for us to break camp and bug out. I'll take you home if you want." "No, No, you go ahead and eat." You have to work today. You need the grub." "Yeah, for sure. And there won't be enough time to meet your mother, at least not today." "Maybe that's for the best. She'll be up tight if she sees Bob has been drinking and driving. I have to get her in the mood for Peg's party anyhow. She'll go for it. You'll get to meet her then or maybe before that." "Sure," he exclaimed, cutting it short and scooting back to make room for the plate the waitress was setting on the table in front of him. I watched Al dig into one of Norm's super breakfast specials. It was a blast to sit there and watch him enjoy his food so much. For the first time, I snuck a good look at him. I was spending too much time inside his head and hadn't ventured a good look outside. Right away I noticed he ate with his fork in his left hand and his knife in his right, the European way. My guess was that he wasn't left-handed, maybe ambidextrous. At any rate, he was certainly well coordinated, sure of himself, and in strict command of his movements. No wonder he's a good mechanic. He fucks like that too. The surprise is that not only is he a super top but he can be passive and become a docile bottom. "You're watching... why you scoping me?" he asked, smiling shyly. "Because you are so gorgeous," I said softly, so no one else could hear. I meant it too because for the first time I noticed his broad square jaws, which to me is so butch. He could have easily been Michelangelo's David in a former life, except for the hair. It might have been curly, couldn't tell; he had a buzz cut. Like the sculpture, his body was tight and fabulously defined. The Italian features were there too -- especially the eyes. He had the most beautiful dark eyes I have ever seen on a man. "Get real, you just like to see me blush," he uttered shyly, as he bowed his head down to hide his face. "Yeah, that too," I cooed, smiling back at him, "because you're cute when you blush." Noticing that he was uneasy, I added, "Go ahead and eat, I'll leave you alone." I picked up a leaflet stuck in the holder next to the menu and pretended to read it while I continued to watch him out of the corner of my eye. "What are you going to do after work tonight?" I asked, coming out of my dream. "Why, what do you have in mind?" He smiled at me anticipating my answer. "I thought you might want to meet a friend of mine. He has a place out in the sticks. Nice and quite out there. He's butch, bad, buff, boss, and beautiful. He's the guy that I mentioned, just a little older than us. He would like you, if you know what I mean." "Who is he?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "His name is Tony, he's the maintenance guy at school." "I'm go!" he shouted abruptly, "I'll give you my number, call if you can get it setup for tonight. I can get free at seven." "You have to work every Saturday?" I asked. "Not for long. I may even get some time off when they remodel." "When's that? "Maybe sometime next week. They'll be putting two new pumps and redoing the front and restoons." "Covering up that glory hole I bet," I remarked, sarcastically. "Yeah, Rayburn's own. He claims the hole was there when he took over so he just left it. Not to say he hasn't made it useful, he's made that stall in there the place where he consummates some of his best deals on his cars -- like the deal you and Bob got by sticking your peckers through that hole. The old place was obviously one of the few filling stations around and did a pretty good business, in its time. Since then, the auto repair business has grown and the station has gone to pot. Rayburn wants to up-grade into a big self-serve station with the existing garage. That means he will have to do away with the glory hole and will have to suck cock somewhere else -- perhaps over nearer his desk, next door, in his used car lot. I don't know how he got away with leaving it there as long as he has. What could be more obvious to anyone using the urinal. Apparently, there haven't been any complaints. After the expansion, he will have to hire some more help, for sure. Me and Frank, and another part-time guy, have been handling it up 'till now." "You think there might be an opening for Bob or me?" I asked enthusiastically. "Haven't thought about it, 'till now. Why not?... And, if he likes you, maybe he can take you on as part-time when you go back to school." "And it will give me a chance to pay my way, once and awhile." "Forget that! You are just a whore and I'm paying for sex -- kidding! Seriously, you could work the pumps and Bob could help me in the garage." He paused, as if he was putting it together in his mind. "Man... I'll talk to Rayburn!" "Yeah, but when you said, 'if he likes me....'" "Oh, you'll be safe from him, without the glory hole." "Good, but that's not exactly what I meant." "Listen," his voice was ominously serious, "he has never had my dick in his mouth or had his up my ass. Three months ago, when he first hired me, he was impressed with my mechanical ability. I did a job on one of his broken-down heaps. He hired me. Two or three days after that, while I was under the lift replacing a muffler, he had his hands all over me. It hit me wrong. I've never been sorry for what I did. After throwing down the wrench, almost hitting him with it, I walked out. He caught up to me, apologized and he's never tried it again." "Then, he thinks you are straight?" I asked, still smiling at his story. "No, nothing like that. On that score, we get along fine. He knows about me but he also knows that I don't want him to touch me. He's in on the peek hole too and lets me watch while he services guys the come into his car lot next door. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this, but we made a deal. A time or two he shared one with me, while he beat his meat watching through the peep hole." "So that's why you used the condom wrapper to plug the spy hole when you were with me." "Yeah, you're special and I didn't want him watching." "Cool!" I snickered, "I wondered if sometimes you might be on that side of the glory hole. Now I know. Never done that part of it yet but I wouldn't pass it up. I checked out all the restrooms in the park, no holes, all had metal dividers." "Why don't you come down and spend some time with me while the old fart is away. There are two or three studs that come in now and then. Let me watch through the hole. We may luck out, one might show and I can watch while you take him on -- like when we watched Bob get his." "Man! You're too much." No one was looking so I reached under the table and grabbed his knee cap. "But I love it!" Al had finished and the waitress swished by with the coffee, ready to pour more. We had to wave her off. Al asked for the check and as she was leaving I decided to pull Bob's trick. When I whistled, she twisted around and smiled. Then, as before, she wiggled her fat ass at us and went on her way. Al was still laughing at what I had done when we got into his car. It was a short drive to the house. I didn't have to give directions because he remembered my street from last night when I stopped by to leave the note. "Your and Bob's car is parked in front but I don't see the BMW," Al alluded, as he slowed down and pulled over to the curb. "Does your dad work Saturdays?" "Sometimes," I answered, as I reached for the door handle to get out. "Hold it!" He reached over, touched me on the shoulder, and then went for the glove compartment. "Here's my work number and... " he stretched over me for a pencil. While cupping the calling card in his hand, he scribbled something on it. "And... my home phone." "Man, you're left handed." "No, not really. If I want, I can write with either hand," he informed me, with a hint of pride. "Ambidextrous, I thought so," I proclaimed. "And so what if I can use either hand to beat my meat, can't most people?" "Not if you're female and have no meat to beat!" I joked. "Ah, got me!" he yelled, hitting my palm with his open hand." He was quick to toss it back to me. "Not entirely true," he chuckled. "Chicks have the choice of using any finger, of either hand, to she-bop." After I took the card his hand stayed in place, I squeezed it affectionately. "You do understand about Mom, don't you?" I asked seriously. "Totally, another time." He smiled, indicating that he was taking it lightly. "Anyhow, I have to relieve Frank at the station and I'm late. I wouldn't have time now, but looking forward to it." As soon as I came in the kitchen door Mom was at the sink and didn't turn around when she spoke. "Well, you're home." Her voice was casual but I could tell she wasn't her jovial self. "Where's Dad," I asked, knowing something was wrong and trying to play it cool by taking an apple from the bowl on top of the refrigerator. "He had to go to the office today," she told me, as she turned around and looked at me. "He's kind of upset." I didn't ask why; I knew the answer already. It wasn't me. I left a note. Then, the worst. Bob got home before he sobered up completely and they caught it, or maybe, they just smelled it on him. "At least you left a note but Bob came in while we were at breakfast. He had been out all night drinking. Need I say more? Dad knew it would be useless to talk to him while he was like that. He just let him go upstairs to sleep it off and left for work." I was right about Bob and thought I better smooth it over, if I could. "Mom, last night was the time for celebration," I proclaimed, and went on to explain, "a big night for the both of us -- the show, the start of summer vacation, Bob's new girl...." "I understand, but I worry about the both of you, especially Bob, drinking and driving. If I knew for sure that you were both together, I wouldn't have worried so much. When you two are together, you take care of each other. I worry about you too.... Maybe, even more. I hope if you had sex with your friend... you used a condom." "But Mom, it was like I wrote in the note, I stayed over with a 'guy' I know." I talked fast, as if I were defending myself. "Yes, I knew it wasn't Peg and it was one of your buddies... but... the AIDS thing...." She turned away quickly and grabbed the refrigerator door handle so she wouldn't have to face me directly. I stood there glued to the spot, trying to get my thoughts together. I wasn't sure I heard her right but I wasn't about to ask her to repeat it. "I'll get out something to fix sandwiches for lunch." She spoke as casually as if it were any other Saturday and it was time for lunch. Opening the door to the refrigerator, she turned and asked, "Will just sandwiches, with that leftover ham, be alright? Some cheese and cold cuts in here too that I'll set out." In a way, I was relieved with how quickly she had dropped the subject, as if it never came up -- I wished it hadn't. She continued speaking as she stuck her head in the refrigerator, "You guys must be hungry. Go up and see if you can get your brother to come down for lunch." After putting the apple back, I left the kitchen. My mind was elsewhere, I wasn't sure if I had taken a bite out of it or not. As I moved toward the stairs, I tried to convince myself that it wasn't a big deal that she knew because, after all, she was bound to find out eventually. When I got to the half-way point, step number six, I was thinking more rationally. Awhile back, I had decided that there would be a time when it would come to the surface. I couldn't hide it forever. The thought of sitting down and telling her that I had chosen to be a homosexual had been bugging me all along. Now that she knew, I was thankful that I didn't have to see the expression on her face when I revealed it to her. It was foolish of me to believe Mom didn't know by now. But if she knew before this, I reasoned, why didn't she give me a hint and then we could have talked. But it wasn't up to her, it should have been me, I thought. In her own way she brought me out of the closet, with her at least. In my way of thinking, I saw no advantage to the so called "coming out" in public and had no thoughts of doing so. By the time I reached the top step and stepped into the upper hall, I was thinking logically about the present situation. I explained to myself that Dad told her that he had talked to us after he caught us in bed together. He must have explained to her that he had addressed it the way a good father should and everything was cool. It would have been like him to feel that it's his job to talk about sex with his sons. Respecting her, he would have assumed that Mom didn't understand male sexuality well enough to join in on the task; he had lived it and had the inside dope. Now if we had a sister, it would have been Mom's place to talk to her in a similar situation. I opened the door to our room. Bob was on his own bed, fully clothed and very much awake. "How you feeling?" I asked sympathetically, as I sat at the edge of his bed. "Mom said that you got home a few hours ago and you had been drinking." "Yeah, I had been drinking but I wasn't drunk. I have a slight hangover now but I'll feel better after I get something in my stomach. I stopped by Norm's and sobered up before I came home." "I heard.... Al and I stopped there on the way home. The waitress told me you were there earlier." "Yeah, was. What she didn't tell you, unless she spends her breaks in the men's room, I was in there upchucking my insides. I got in some shut eye and feel much better now." He raised his head from the pillow, unable to hold it there, he dropped down again. "Are you alright?" I asked, sounding concerned. "You think you could eat something? Mom sent me up to see if you wanted lunch." "Sure!" He looked over at me and smiled. "I don't know why I do that. I should know how sick I get when I booze it up. That should tell me something. Mary Ann is my only source for the hard stuff. I should have bugged out in the other direction when I saw her." Struggling, he moved to get out of bed. "Mom is putting out the makings for sandwiches. It should be ready by now," I informed him, joyfully, to encourage him. "How was your shack-up with Al?" he asked scornfully, as he worked his way over toward me. "I saw the note that you left on the refrig. Figured that it was Al you were having sex with. I saw you next to him from my vantage point from the booth." "Yeah, guess he's alright," I grumbled, making it sound ho-hum. Of course sex with Al was sensational but there was no need to tell that to Bob. "Did he fuck you all night?" he asked casually. "No, actually, I screwed him a couple of times and we watched a couple of gay videos. And how did you make out with Mary," I added quickly, to get him off my back. "Nata! Met her parents. My next date with her will be with them there, dinner at their house. That's what a chick's parents do. It's a wonder that they don't have a ten page application to fill out and then a test. Remember Jill's parents? Man, I got an 'F' then. Last night should have ended right after I met Mary's mom and dad backstage but, unfortunately, I ran into Mary, The Raggedy Ann, on my way to the car. She had a fifth in the big purse that she carries. We went over to the park, to the same place we saw those queers making out." "Yeah, I wondered what she carried around in the oversized shopping bag she calls a purse. She's got to be an alcoholic, but you must know better than me. Bet she was hounding your dick to fill up that gap between her legs." "No, not this time. We sat on the park bench, talked about it, and finished off the fifth. By that time, sex was out of the question. I didn't walk her home because she insisted she wanted to be by herself. Besides, I was more wasted than her. I walked over to Norm's and visited our favorite waitress for much coffee." "Three refills... to be accurate. She told me," I informed him, coldly. "Well, whatever -- but it made me puke," he added trying to make me feel sorry for him. "Then I went back to the theater lot for 'Billy Junior'. By then, I was fit to drive. About half way home, I found out I wasn't. I could had an accident.... but I pulled over to the curb and got some shut-eye. That's why I didn't get home breakfast time. Shit man!.... Never again." "The puking part is gross but the rest sounds like a pretty good story." His attempt to get my sympathy worked. "Think dad will go for it? Have you told him yet?" "No not yet. He was on his way out of the door when I got home. We'll have to talk if he comes home for lunch, like he usually does when he works Saturdays. How about you? You have a story?" "Don't need one. I left a note, remember? They knew where I was. The only problem, Mom knew what we were doing." "And Dad too no doubt Dad figured out that too!" he added. "Mom asked me if I used a rubber," I mumbled, looking into his eyes to note his reaction. "Exactly, she was worried about you getting AIDS, she's wise," he remarked without changing his tone. "I gathered that. Man, I wasn't sure I was going to make the stairs after it hit me that she's wise to me." "Don't know why it didn't come to you. You should have suspected that Dad told her. You lucked out, both of them knowing -- now you won't have to come out." "Man, that expression urks me," I reminded him. "But you're right. I should have seen it." "Even if Dad didn't tell, moms are first to know. If you remember, Dad mentioned that Mom was first to know when we became of age and started with the wet dreams." "Yeah, because she's the one that washes sheets," I informed him. "You had more wet dreams than me. For a time there, you bragged you had one almost every night dreaming about pussy. I left a few pecker tracks too, but not for the same reason." "Yeah, don't forget, we must have starched-up a few patches on our sheets together, remember?" He lifted his head from the pillow and through his arm around me in a neck hold. "Come on! Let's go down and see what's scrounged up for lunch.... Beat ya down!" Mom had put out the stuff, all the makings. My eyes caught the sliced tomatoes from the garden right away. What is a sandwich without lots of mayo and a few slices of home grown tomatoes along with as much as you can stack between two slices of bread. If we wanted anything more, all we had to do is ask. Mom was standing by like a waitress to take our order. She wasn't eating yet. She was waiting for Dad to come home. "I'll be back behind the spotlight again tonight, and tomorrow night. No mercy." Bob continued talking as he took his first bite. "You and Peg going to be among the theater going public again tonight?" "Great thing you did with the spotlight, finding us, and all," I exclaimed, temporarily avoiding his questions so I could dream up an answer. "I'm not sure we will be there tonight though, it's up to Peg," I stated, springing it on him. False, it wasn't up to Peg -- wasn't even going to call her. I couldn't very well announce that I had a heavy date with Al and we would be going over to Tony's. Bob was asking because of the fanfare when the curtain went up and the first-nighters saw what a wonderful job we did on the scenery. What a glorious moment, but I didn't want to go there again. It wouldn't have the same impact, emotionally, that it had initially. I preferred to remember the response of the audience on opening night, as it was then. I can relive that anytime I want and whenever I want. Putting all of that aside, my thoughts were anticipating the threesome. Hopefully, I would be the middle one in a few hours. Bob knew something was up. Maybe we weren't calling it "the power" any longer but he still had it. As always, he was seeing right through me. There was no question in his mind that I had no intention of showing. I'd ventured to say he knew I had a date with Al but no way could he know it would be with Tony also -- unless he had a crystal ball that I didn't know about. "Okay," he said, "if you and Peg go, come up to the booth and let me know. That way I can watch where you sit so I can find you with the spot again." He paused and looked into my eyes. That gesture was to let me know he knew what was up. "If you don't show at the booth, I'll assume Peg didn't want to come." He was covering for me in front of Mom and he knew it. Dad arrived before either of us finished our sandwiches. Bob grabbed what he had left of his and went out to meet him. They detoured to the garage, Dad had something to put away. Mom and I sat at the table straining our ears to hear. Neither of us expected fireworks but out of curiosity, we were quiet and tried to listen. When she was convinced that things were going alright, she reached across the table and clasped my hand. "In all of the excitement," she whispered affectionately, "I didn't have a chance to tell you how wonderful your scenery was. We were so proud of you that I told everybody around us that you painted it." "I know Mom. I heard you!" She didn't question my remark, but that was exactly what went through my mind when it happened. Finally Bob and Dad came in from the garage. Bob was in front, his face expressionless, with Dad right behind him still talking. It was the tail end of his lecture having to do with the consequences of driving under the influence -- we heard it before, but not under similar circumstances. "Billy Junior was in his name and he was carrying insurance on both cars. It was a surprise to both Mom and me, not to mention Bob, that their meeting could be characterized by absence of emotional agitation -- a big relief. "What's for lunch," Dad asked as he gave Mom a peck on the cheek and sat down at his vacant place at the table. Bob was so content with the outcome of his "bawling out" that he sat down too and made his self another sandwich. Whatever tact he used, he had pulled it off. And why not, him and Dad had always been the best of buddies. That didn't bother me because I had always known that Mom had taken to me more so than Bob. I know that he talked to Dad about having sex with girls and Dad probably advised the use of condoms to prevent pregnancy -- well, he did advise us both that way. And now, it was kind of like Mom advising me -- except it was about using condoms to prevent ADIS, since getting Al pregnant was not very likely. It may have looked as if we were trying for that very thing when I was fucking him like mad last night. I finally got some privacy before dinner and picked up the phone to call Tony. He had planned to stay home and watch TV and he suggested that I come over even before I asked if it would be okay. I purposely didn't tell him that I was going to bring Al along because I wanted it to be a surprise. As soon as I hung up, I slipped Al's calling card out of my pocket and dialed his work number. He answered after many rings and I told him the rendezvous was go and that I would meet him in front of the theater, when he got off at seven. After dinner, while Bob was getting ready to leave for the theater, I dumped it on him by informing him that I needed a ride with him to meet Al. I thought it best not to mention anything about Tony. Even though Bob seemed to leaning more and more toward sex with girls, he might not pass a another session with Tony. If, by chance, he would have wanted to join us, he couldn't have anyhow because he had to work the spot -- I didn't want to tease him. I stood almost in the very spot in front of the theater that I did last night. The crowd was even larger. It was Saturday night and there wasn't much else going on in town. I saw Al working his way through the crowd. When he came up to me, he shook my hand as if he was meeting me for the first time. Well, I guess that was better then hugging and kissing right there in the open. "You're not it trouble because of last night, are you?" he asked, concerned. "Oh no! I can explain. Let's get out of the crowd." I nudged his shoulder and started to walk toward the lot. "Sure, let's go! I parked near the back. Let's go." On the way to Tony's I decided not to tell him about Mom, what she said about using a rubber. I thought that it would scare the bejesus out of him, knowing that she was wise to what was going on, and he would be too embarrassed to meet her. I gave him the excuse that I had to touch up some scenery that got damaged and that's why I was at the theater -- I lied. "Tell me about this friend of yours. Is there anything that I should know. I assume that he is okay, with me coming along. You know what I mean?" "Hey, don't worry about it. I'll take the lead. Believe me, we have nothing to worry about," I was trying to assure him. "He will love you. And I do mean L, thrust, O, thrust V and E!" "I was hoping you would say that. I hope he takes to me." "You're terrific both on top and bottom. Man, I didn't know anyone like you would be possible! Do you know what I'm saying? I thought it was next to impossible for anyone to do both." "Man, I am nothing compared to you. You have a big one and a pro when it comes to using it." "Get real man! My dick is no bigger than those guys in the video," I exclaimed, trying to make him believe I was modest -- not real, I loved to show off my big cock. "Oh, yes it is! Believe me I know. You would know too if you had that big thing of yours up your own butt!" "Impossible, and don't think I haven't tried," I snickered, passing it off, "but hey, you aren't so bad yourself. I can't believe that I got you twice and I didn't get a chance to lift my legs for you. That first time you got me in the garage -- something else, to say the least. I wanted it to never stop. And... I want more!" "Another day, my man," he said, sounding butch as hell, "I love your tight ass. Believe me you are going to get more." "Who would think that two toppers like us could be so compatible." "I do babe! You're the one. Since the first time Peg started talking about you I wanted you. I never dreamed it would be as good as it turned out to be. Man, I'm getting hard thinking about us doing it again." "What was it that Peg said that turned you on," I asked, fishing for a compliment. "Just everything," he answered. "I knew which one was you and, which one I wanted, the first time I saw you with Bob at the station." "How! Most people tell us we are dead-ringers for each outer. Do I look gay or something? "No, not at all. It was your eyes that gave you away. The way you looked at me." "Yeah, I guess I was sending out a signal that Bob wasn't. Glad that you picked up on it because I'm a little shy when it comes to cruising a guy I want," I confessed. "Not that easy for me either. You may not believe it but I'm somewhat shy too. I haven't had much experience with going after a guy for sex, you know what I mean? When I first saw you with Bob at the station that day... wow. In spite of my shyness, I went for it. I wasn't my same old shy self. I turned into an animal and pounced on my pray, you." "Glad you did but you didn't come on that strong. What I mean, you were gentle." "Good grief! All this chatter about how good we are together. I say it's all true and we can prove it tonight. Hey, enough! Let's talk about your friend, this guy we are going to see." "Oh, Tony. Well I may as well tell you the whole story -- this is our third meeting in a week, I guess I know you will enough by now. My first time with Bob, was made possible by Tony." "You mean, down and dirty, getting his in your mouth?" "Yep! That's what I mean. Tony picked me up at the urinal in the boys-room at school, he was the maintenance guy so he had the right to be there. He blew me in the broom closet. It was the first time anyone gave me a blow job. And he is a real man, an older guy that knew what he was doing -- and man, did he know how to do it. It took me days to come down and then I carried a hard on around for days after." "Man, I bet. Tell me you came in his mouth!" he panted, as he reached down and gave his self a feel. "Go on! Sounds hot!" "A few days later he picked up Bob," I continued, "probably at the same urinal, mistaking Bob for me. Tony, thinking he was having me a second time, took on him too." "How did you find out? Did Bob tell you?" he asked anxiously. "Sure did. And when he did, we were naked, next to each other in his bed, jerking off as he poured out the hot details, blow by blow. Of course, it was solo, with each of us jacking his own. We weren't into touching each other because that would be queer. Tony gave me his number so Bob and I planned a little get-to-gather with Tony being the special guest. We assumed that he didn't know that we were twins and we would spring it on him with both of us, side by side with flag-pole boners." Fuck! What a trip... awesome! What happened next?" "Tony was waiting downstairs while we prepared for the surprise upstairs. In the anticipation, or whatever, I panicked and couldn't get it up. Bob had already accomplished the task with his but mine seemed to be hopeless. I asked for help. In his lustful state, he actually put the head of mine in his mouth. In all sincerity, I can't say that he blew me because he barely had it in his mouth. You can call it the start of a blow job that never happened. If anything, it gave me hope for the future." "And when did you get him? Bob I mean." "Tony assumed that Bob and I were well into the sex scene with each other. If I remember correctly, Bob was on top. They were in a sixty-nine and my head was next to Tony's, watching the action. They were in that position but Bob was just jacking Tony because he wasn't into much else yet. I joined the activity by moving in closer and was licking Bob's balls while he fucked Tony's mouth like a pussy. Man, I wanted Bob's meat in the worst way. I envied Tony and he must have sensed that. He somehow managed to transfer Bob's from his mouth to mine and, without Bob being aware of it.... That was it." "Wow! Un... believable!" "Now you know how Tony entered into the picture." "But what about Bob? Do I assume correctly that he is not into the gay stuff as much as you are?" "Your guess is as good as mine. He's always stalking the chicks. It appears that he likes pussy as much as Dick. At least that is the direction he's headed.... So what can I say?" "You are saying that he's bisexual, or trying to be." "Bi, well maybe, and maybe not, eventually. He is too much like Dad. I think that Dad may have been either bi or gay, who cares witch, but he aint any longer. Bob wants a family of his own, a wife and children. More than anything in the world, he wants to be like is idol, Dad." "Do you think it will happen?" "Yep, I know Bob. He will make it happen. He will purposely, or accidentally, get the girl of his choice pregnant and they will get married, just like Dad did... I've known that since day one!" "You know about your father too, for sure? I'm not sure about mine. I was the only pussy he was getting for a couple of years." "How can I be sure about my dad? Used to be more than just curious but now, the truth is, don't care to know. Dad brought Mom into his life and as a result, we are here, they created us. He loves us and we love him, that's all that counts. As long as he is happy the way things are." "Man, you told me some real personal stuff but I'm still curious. How about yourself? What is your future?" "Can't answer that. Do know that if I had to decide now, I couldn't follow the path that Dad has set, the one that Bob will follow. Let's face it. Tried pussy once and that was enough to convince me that I like men and you fit in that category. You are my number one choice." "Man, you said it all for me too," he announced cheerfully. "This serious stuff sucks. Let's get with it and drop this serious shit!" My mood didn't switch as fast as his but I responded by reaching over and putting my hand on his crotch, as if we were shaking hands to put an end to the subject. "Man, can hardly wait until we get our clothes off," I clamored, coming alive. "Not used to someone like you. You sure come out with it." He acted a little uneasy at first but the more I rubbed, the more he relaxed and the harder it got. "Just keep your eyes on the road," I whispered, as my fingers probed the hard object that was pushing against his fly." "You can take it out and play with it if you want," he panted, while looking straight ahead down the country road in front of him. It was growing dark fast. "I would like too but... we are almost there." Seeing Tony's mailbox beside the road just ahead of us, I pulled back my hand. "This is it," I shouted, "turn here at the mailboxes." "Man, this is nothing but a dirt road, a cattle path, as we used to call it," he remarked after we turned and the car took its first bump. "Told you that he lived out in the sticks. Hey, take it slow," I cautioned. "How can I do anything but go slow. If I don't, I'll be replacing my muffler tomorrow with all these deep ruts," he grumbled. "It's potholes like this that give us our business at the garage." "A dilly of an idea just hit me!" I butted in over his grumbling. "Listen," I added, sounding excited, "I told you about the surprise Bob and I pulled on Tony. Let's do it again!" "Duh.... we're not twins, are we?" he asked, turning to me for an explanation. "Well, I didn't tell him that I was bringing you along," I went on, "so when we get there, you stay out of site, outside, until I let you in. Somehow, when the time comes, I'll figure out how to get him to get out of the living room long enough to let you in." "Then what?" he asked, as we turned into the circle driveway in front of the house. "We'll both get into his bed. The surprise happens when he sees us, both of us nude, side by side, our dicks hard and ready to be serviced." "I'm for it!" he shouted, overwhelmed with enthusiasm. "Here we are," he announced, almost whispering. "I'll park here and duck down while you go in and set it up." "Okay," I whispered back, as I reached for the door handle, "watch for the signal for you to come in." I closed the car door quietly and snuck to the door of the house and knocked. Luckily, Tony didn't open the door fully. As I slipped in, I noticed why. He was naked and had a towel but it wasn't wrapped around him. I was relieved that he didn't open the door far enough to see the car. There would have been questions about how I got there and in whose car. "I was just getting ready to get into the shower," he told me, as he started toward the bathroom. "There's beer in the refrigerator. Help yourself -- I won't be long." Things couldn't have gone any better. I didn't have to get him out of the room so I could signal for Al to come in. "Take your time," I yelled after him. "When you get out, I'll have a surprise waiting for you in the bedroom." I stuck my head out of the door, signaled for Al to come in, and directed him to the bedroom by pointing the way. There was pure panic at first because we didn't know whether we had minutes or seconds to get undressed and get in bed. That wasn't the half of it, we had to have erections too. That would be easy. The thought of having Al's naked body against mine was enough but to have his dick in my mouth, was sure to do the trick for both of us. Al had a good start from me messing around in the car. As for me, up in seconds when I went down on him. "Here I come... ready or not!" It was Tony's voice. The door squeaked as it opened slowly. I popped Al's dick out of my mouth. We quickly took our positions, side by side. Both of us, in anticipation, focused our eyes on the door as it slowly opened. Suddenly, it flew open. As always happens at surprise parties, everyone yelled out, "Surprise!" But that usually doesn't include the person that the surprise was intended for, in this case Tony. He yelled out too and he had made ready his appendage the same as us. Man, what a sight. Tony was hung, hung! When his monster was erect, as it was then, it was so long and thick that it couldn't support it's own weight. Unlike ours, both of witch, were sticking straight up toward the ceiling. As he moved toward us, his was pointing conspicuously downward, as if he was going to pole vault onto the bed with it. "Oh my god! Al bellowed, coming unglued. "Lord help us. Look at that thing!" he gasped, turning to me with is eyes still bugging out. "Thought you would like it," I mumbled casually, smiling at the same time. The sight of Tony affected me the same way the first time I saw him trimming the hedges in front of the school. That time, I didn't have the benefit of seeing him in the nude with an erection that looked like it belonged on a stallion. I intended to get a good look at Tony's face to see if I could see any sign of surprise after seeing us in his bed but I couldn't take my eyes off his enormous dick. While I was feasting my eyes on it, I remembered what caused me to start drooling the first time I saw him nude. It was those huge hanging balls. Although, almost hidden by the shear girth and length of his manhood, the craving that lingered after the first time I buried my nose in them came back to me. I couldn't count how many times I visualized licking them while I pounded my pub. He bent forward, obscuring my view even more, as he placed his knee on the foot of the bed and started crawling up between us. "Here I come, ready or not," he repeated, devilishly. Al was breathing hard already. As Tony came closer, I caught the scent of "Irish Spring", the soap he used. My dick jumped, remembering the night that I must have smelled the same way, after showering with him. After that, I used to treat myself to an instant boner when I picked up a bar of that soap and sniffed it in the Super Market. "Don't come yet," I whispered, nudging Al, "wait till we really get into it." I raised my head from the pillow to get Tony's attention. "Tony, I want you to meet my friend, Al," I announced, as formally as if I were introducing them on the church steps. "Glad to meet you Al," Tony whispered hoarsely, showing his beautiful teeth in a broad grin. His head quickly dropped down to Al's nearest nipple and he started nibbling. This brought on a loud moan from Al -- his legs started to vibrate which turned into shakes and kicks. I knew what Al was experiencing because I almost shot my wad the first time Tony did that to me. "Why don't you," Al said, through a groan, "get up here and straddle my chest so I can have some of that big fat cock!" In spite of his size, Tony was quite agile and moved smoothly to respond to Al's request. After he was positioned, I reached over and took his shaft in one of my hands. With the other, I took the pillow from under my head and stacked it with the one under Al's head. This raised his mouth to align with the head of the pole I had aimed at his lips. Still holding on to Tony's monster, which I could feel was throbbing with anxiety, I rubbed the head of it to Al's cheek, lips, chin and nose. Tony was gasping and being uncut, as I was, I knew how sensitive the crown of his was and what a glorious sensation he was experiencing. As I rubbed it lightly on Al's face, I noticed that it was leaving a trail of sticky precum. Al was going wild. He was opening his mouth begging for it. I moved in closer and put my tongue to Al's cheek for a taste. He quivered as I collected as much precum as I could at the tip of my tongue and transferred it to his mouth. Then I substituted my tongue with the swollen head of Tony's dick. Al opened wide to get his lips around it before I relinquished my hold. Tony immediately took over by slowly pushing in. "Ahhhh," Tony moaned, as Al gagged and tried to catch is breath. Both of them froze. "You can do it man!" I yelled, pressing my lips to Al's cheek, "Take that big cock. Suck it man! You can take it," I yelled as Tony relentlessly pushed in deeper. Then he stopped and waited for Al to take over. "Suck my pecker, dude! Make me feel good. Do it man!" Tony roared. He caught on and was encouraging Al along with me. Al started with little bobs at first and then gradually increased the strokes. I watched intently. I had never seen anyone being sucked up that close, except when I was doing it myself. Al, although being cut himself, knew how to treat Tony's foreskin by stripping it back so he could run his tongue under the edge of that very sensitive cap. There were a few other tricks he knew, like stretching the foreskin by forcing his tongue under it. Even straight guys have heard that uncut guys get more sensation when jerking off -- some are curious, others might even be envious. I watched Al as his lips tugged at the loose skin. It was awesome to have Tony's rod in my hand and feel every stroke, lick, and caress as if it were attached to me instead of Tony. I was envious and wanted to be in Al's place, but I jumped to something just as exciting to me. I scooted down and planted the back of my head on Al's chest. Then looking upward, there inches above me, hanging between Tony's legs, I saw what I craved. I shuffled a little so that his ball sack was directly over my mouth. My tongue darted out -- a kiss, a lick and then I sucked one of those gigantic balls in. I sucked them, one at a time -- one and then the other. No way could I get both of them in my mouth at once. Sucking a guy's nuts, was to me, the best way to sample the essence of a man's sexuality. There they were, two of them, in a sack for me to enjoy. Above me, Al was getting with it -- easy to tell by the way Tony was moaning. I wanted to see how he was doing so I slipped out from between Tony's legs. It was something to watch, but only for an instant, I wanted some dick myself. I slipped down to where I had access to Al's erection. His dick was not quite as big as mine or Tony's but, never the less, it was a challenge to take all the way to the pubes in one plunge without warming up. One of my favorite things is to take the time to taste the merchandise before I indulge. Al's ball sack was hairless and the skin was thin so the ovate shape of his testicles were clearly defined -- favorite kind, low hangers. I started licking there and gradually worked my way up the shaft, getting everything as wet as I could in preparation for the deep-throat. By the time I got to the top, his pecker was jumping with excitement. I took it all in one slow plunge until I felt his pubic hairs on my nose. I just froze and listened to him moan. "Man," Tony yelled, as he twisted around enough to see me all the way down on Al. "You guys are too much. I have to take a break." I felt the bed move as he sprung to the floor. "You guys continue while I go get us some beer.... By the way," he announced, as he turned to leave the room, "if you guys need rubbers, they're in the nightstand there beside you." At first I was puzzled why he left so abruptly. Then I realized that maybe he wanted to give Al and I some privacy and not that he was being left out -- it was obvious that he was enjoying sex with us as much as we were with him. As soon as Tony was out of sight, I swung around into a sixty-nine, miraculously, without Al's shaft leaving my mouth. With a slight moan, he took me, amazingly, down to about three-quarters of it's length. I verified this by raising my body from his enough to look down between us. I watched my pole slide in and out as I started fucking his mouth. He reached up and placed his hands on my hips pulling me in as deep as he could and then holding me there. I was obliging him with the deep plunges that he indicated he wanted. "I expected you guys would be fucking ass by now." I looked up and saw it was Tony. He sat down on the bed and put the six pack on the nightstand. "I bought the whole six-pack. It won't get hot before we finish it off, and then there's more. Should I pop one now for each?" "Yeah," I called out, as I rolled off toward the middle of the bed. "You too Al, my man?" Tony asked, as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to Al, reaching for the beer at the same time. "Don't leave me out," Al called out, as he placed is open hand on Tony's back and gently rubbed while he reached out ready for the beer with the other. I sat up and after I took a sip of my beer I noticed that Al was still running his hand over Tony's back. "You going to fuck me?" he cooed in Tony's ear. "If that's what you want," Tony responded, without hesitating. "Me too," I piped up. "The both of you and at the same time," Al declared, sounding earnest. He opened the drawer of the nightstand and reached for the condoms. "I bet you think that I can't take both of you on at the same time." Tony looked at me as if to ask what he should do. First, I smiled and then I nodded my head giving him the indication to go ahead, I was for it. Meanwhile, Al had removed two rubbers from the package. He handed one to Tony and tore the wrapper off of the other. Tony immediately stood up and faced us as we watched him force out the air in the condom he just put on. Al's action was swift. He took a big swig of beer and pushed me down on my back. Holding enough beer in his mouth to get my rod good and wet, he went down on it. He had no trouble slipping the rubber over its wet, slick surface. He quickly climbed aboard, facing me. Tony reached into the drawer and came out with a tube of KY. He handed it to Al. After he inserted his finger and worked it around in his hole, he grasped my shank, sat up straight, and slowly sat down on it. To my surprise, and I bet Tony's, he did it seemly effortlessly. "You do know what you want, don't you?" Tony gasped. "Sure do!" Al declared. "I wasn't kidding when I said both of you at the same time." I wondered if I did the right thing by giving Tony the impression that Al was ready for something like... two dicks up his ass at the same time? That might be hard to take two of then at once the size of ours. Both of our weapons are well above average, especially Tony's. But being screwed frequently by his father starting at the early age of ten, he's definitely not cherry and has become accustomed to being fucked. I know that only too well from my experience with him last night -- he goes for it. My guess is that he's not only accustomed, but ready to take on two at once as the next step to satisfy his lust. "Give him some more of that dick to loosen him up. Fuck him man!" Tony yelled, as he leaned against me. Al started in before I could move. Slow and easy at first. Then I was free to start my movement. We were in perfect sync, he was meeting every thrust. "I wish I had a video-cam. This is an unbelievable sight. Bill's rammer a ramming and jamming that hole, man.... Keep at it guys, loosen it up good so I can get in there too." We had to rearrange. I moved so I was just at the edge of the bed barely on it. Al got on top of me, sitting on my lower stomach facing me, he bent down and kissed me while hiking his booty up so Tony had access to it also. I saw Tony, out of the bed, standing on the floor behind us. I watched him squirt a blob of KY onto two of his fingers again. This time I felt him take mine by the shank and while Al reached around and spread his cheeks with both hands, Tony inserted the head of mine in. Then he clamped his man-meat to mine. While using his fingers to get the tip of his started, Al slowly backed in to us. It took some doing, wiggling and stretching on Al's part, but finally something slowly gave way and I felt that tight ass loosen up and swallow us both. "Ahhh!" Al screamed out in one long breath. At that moment, I wished we had a camera too. I thought it was impossible but we were almost fully in. Both of us started taking turns with short jabs until I let Tony have his way. He had his feet on the floor so all he had to to was rock back and forth to get in some longer strokes. At times our balls collided. The pressure of his monster against mine was almost like I was being screwed instead of Al. There is no way that I can describe how it felt to have another guys cock, rubbing against yours and both cocks surrounded by the walls of a snug ass. That wasn't all, when Tony slowed up, I took over. Much to my dismay, I didn't have freedom of movement we needed, so it was up to Al. He managed to rock back and forth and squirm from side to side which gave us more of a sensation than I could provide in the position I was in. Al let out a loud moan, each time he moved downward on us. Finally, Tony's either fell out, or he pulled it out. "You stay right there, I'm moving up to the other end," Tony gasped, as he swallowed hard. Tony's rubber snapped when he pulled it off. The bed shook from his movement. I was still on my back with Al leaning on top of me when I looked up to see a beautiful sight. Tony's ball sack was in my face and his dick was there for Al to take. I was still deep-rooted in Al. He was still bogging up and down on it as he opened his mouth wide to devour Tony's monster. I lifted my head enough to place my tongue squarely in the center of that ball sack and I started licking. Both of has balls retracted from my lips and jumped up towards his body. They dropped down and quickly shot up again. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Tony yelled. "Fu.. ahhhh. ... uck!" The action that follow was super fast. Al tried to go all the way down on Tony's prong but he gagged and a spray of cum shot out the sides of his mouth. Tony pulled out quick and Al clamped his lips shut. The way was clear for Al to smack down on my lips with a kiss. As he pressed his lips to mine, I opened my mouth for him. We shared Tony's cum. "Now it's your turn," Al growled, as he pulled back from me with the shine of cum still on the side of his cheek. Without looking, he reached out for the package of condoms on the nightstand. "I made you a promise and now is the time." He tore open the wrapper with his teeth and moved into position. Tony knew somehow that what was about to happen was something special between Al and me. He left the room, unnoticed. I turned my head to the side and looked toward the door in time to see it closing. On the good side, I knew that Al and I had a place to go when the two of us wanted sex with just each other. Tony wouldn't mind. On the down side, the room was empty except for Al and me and, oh yes, Bob. I realized that Bob would be with me all the time no matter who I was with. I had fallen in love with Al. As much as I wanted him, Bob would be there between us. It wasn't Bob's fault, it was mine. Bob's presence was in that room and I brought it about. I wanted to know why. I had to ask why he was here.... I heard myself call out his name.... "Bob... Bob...why are you here?" I realized that I had shouted it aloud when Al moved off of me. It was a tense moment for the both of us. I turned to him beside me. His eyes were fixed, gazing at the ceiling. Looking into his face, I knew that there was no way to explain this to him, not now at least. I got choked up wondering if I could ever make him understand that it was him that I loved. I laid there motionless for a moment trying to find my voice. Then, pressing my cheek to his, I uttered softly.... "I love you Al, but please.... Please, take me to Bob. He's calling me." TO BE CONTINUED - Comments are welcomed - Please put "The Power" in the e-mail title line.