Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2001 17:38:07 EST
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 8 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                          THE POWER PART 8
                         By GetRealGuy@aol.com

Tony got us home just a little after ten. We were surprised to see
that the car was in the driveway. Actually, we didn't expect Mom and
Dad to be home so early.

"All the lights are out, looks like they are in bed," Bob said.
"We'll have to use the back door 'cause Mom always locks the front."

Out of habit, the first thing Bob or I check out upon entering the
house is the refrigerator to see if there is anything interesting to
snack on. Possibly that is why the refrigerator door has been
designated as 'The Message Center'. There were two slips of paper
held there by the magnets. One, I recognized as the one that I had
written by the large writing, recognizable from across the room. Bob
raked the other one from under the magnet and read it quickly. With
his other hand, he eased out my note and scanned it. Then slowly
turned and aimed a big smile at me. With my note still in his hand,
he raised it high waiting for me to raise my hand.

"Clevvv---ver," he loudly whispered as he slapped the palm of my hand
rewarding me with a 'high five palm slap'.

"None of it, a lie." I gleamed, proud of myself, "It's just like I
said in the note, we were going out to eat and we didn't, but we
could have, taken in a movie on Tony's TV."

"Right on! I'll have to remember that one. Might use it for an alibi
sometime," without stopping he opened the refrigerator door and
peered in.

"Aren't you going to tell me what Mom's note said?"

"Oh, just that they were too tired to wait up for us and went to bed.
She thanked us for doing the wash." He turned to me and continued
with restrained humor in his voice, "Oh yeah, she hoped that we had a
'awesome' weekend."

"Get real, did she really say 'awesome'?"

"Not joshing. Here, read it yourself," he handed me the note as he
spoke.

"Oh, I believe you! Just like Mom, she tries to be one of us."

"Bro, I don't know about you but I feel like I lived my complete life
this weekend." He set a saucer with a single slice of pie on the
table and slammed the refrigerator door. "Lemon meringue! Let's split
it. Get a knife," he said as he slid it across the table.

I caught it and slid it back. "Fuck the knife! Go ahead and eat what
you want, I'll eat what's left."

"Feeling bad Bro?" He looked at me sympathetically.

"Nah, just tired as hell." I complained as I watched Bob stuff a good
portion of the pie into his mouth.

"You should be. That Tony is something else. He really sucked you
dry."

"Yeah, and you too," I reminded Bob.

"I know, but I am not talking about just this afternoon, I ment that
he got more of your cum tonight out in his shed."

"Fuck! How did you know about that?"

"Oh, you know, 'The Power'. No, I peeked. While I was out checking to
see how the coals were coming, I heard something going on in the
shed. I peekabooed at you two. It was Fuckin' hot man. You and him. I
got off watching."

I was thrilled that he was turned on watching us enough to jerk off
over it. "Yeah, but," I bragged, "you had to take it out and beat
it," realizing that I was talking too loud, I leaned over the table
and half whispered, "Tony came without touching his self."

"You got to be kidding," Bob said loudly. Then realizing that he
might wake Mom, lowered his voice and continued. "That is one hot
dude! He must really have the hots for you to do that," he passed his
hand over his crotch. His thoughts swung in a different direction, he
stopped. His expression changed and he swallowed hard, "You falling
in love with him?"

"Go on! I must have blushed because I saw a hint of pain in his eyes
as they softly searched mine. Trying to ignore it by quickly
switching the subject, I remarked, "How did you and Jan make out?
Going to feed her that sausage of yours?"

"I am trying. It may take some time. She is not just a 'piece' like
Mary Ann. I might have to work at it for a while. I like her," he
added making an attempt to enforce his sincerity."

That, I didn't want to hear. I tried to hold back my emotions.
Thinking that I was doing that, I reached over and gave the hand that
Bob had resting on the table a hard squeeze. I was trying to let him
know that I understood and it was all right, but it wasn't. For an
instant, he looked deep into my eyes again. If it were report time, I
would have earned an 'F' for hiding what I felt. It wasn't merely a
tinge of jealousy; it was the whole "ball of wax". Turning away from
him, I sprang to my feet. His fingers rapped around my hand and the
grip was his. He wouldn't let go. His strength increased as he raised
our arms to an arm wrestling position and slowly pulled me toward
him. My eyes automatically closed to hide his stare. When I felt him
kiss the tip of my nose, my emotions surged within me. I was afraid
to respond to his peck by wiggling my nose, as I usually did, because
I knew that any movement of my facial mussels would release a flow of
tears that had welled up in my eyes. I pulled away, got up, and took
one or two steps away from the table.

"Good night, Bro," I said standing with my back to him.

"Hey, how about your pie?"

"Yours," I didn't say another word and moved to leave the kitchen.

Suddenly Bob's hand grasped my shoulder from behind and gently spun
me around. His lips were on mine. Tight at first. Then he moved down
to my chin and gave me two or three soft pecks. I opened my mouth
slightly in ecstasy. Bob's lips burnished my lips until I opened my
mouth almost gasping. There, our tongues meet. I opened wider and
allowed his tongue to press deeper. He withdrew from my mouth and
lightly nipped at my lower lip. Then, he backed off and swept his
tongue across my cheek in a path to my ear. I felt myself melting as
he tugged at my earlobe with tiny gentle bites.

"I just wanted to say good night," he whispered.

He pulled away and nipped me on the end of my nose. I wiggled my nose
as I always did.

"That is what I wanted to see," he said as he pushed me away far
enough so he could look into my eyes.

"Hold it," I shouted, now hold still! Pie!"  There was a little dab
of the meringue from the pie on the tip of his nose. I moved in and
darted out my tongue to pick it up. Instead, I gently nipped at the
tip of his nose with my teeth.

"Ow!" he yelped. Then he smiled. "You did get some of that pie after
all, didn't you?"

"Yeah, and I also got a good taste of lemon from your mouth too."

"Enough of that," he swatted me on the ass. "Now get to bed. I'll be
up in a few minutes."

"OK, daddy," I purred like a little child.

I was tired alright. I can remember laying my head down in the pillow
and looking up toward the ceiling. It was foolish to let my emotions
run away with me like that, I thought, Bob and I will not be together
all of our lives. I tried to console myself but to no avail. I rolled
over and looked toward Bob's empty bed. I remember thinking how nice
it would be to be there in his bed with him, holding him, hugging
him. That is all that I can remember until I heard the buzz of the
alarm coming from Mom and Dad's room. I knew that in a few seconds I
would hear Mom banging on the door, yelling our names, trying to wake
us. If she didn't get an immediate response, she would open the door
and yell louder. That was usually all that it would take to get at
least one of us to our feet. It was usually me. Bob was a sound
sleeper. That morning, it wouldn't have been out of place for her to
open the door before knocking or yelling to make sure that her boys
were in there and got home safely.

Bob's body was so warm; I wanted to squeeze him even tighter and give
the back of his neck a kiss before I got up. I pressed my lips to the
back of his neck. Suddenly I realized that I wasn't dreaming. I was
in bed with Bob, hugging him and kissing the back of his neck. I
heard Mom's footsteps coming down the hall. Like greased lightening,
I sprang from his bed and landed on my own like Superman does when he
'leaps tall buildings in a single bound'. I yanked the covers over me
and closed my eyes pretending that I was asleep. The action was so
fast that there was air trapped under the covers that prevented the
bed cloths from fully settling on my body. The blanket settled on my
body as the door squeaked when Mom opened it.

"Reveille! Reveille! Up and at 'em! School day! Report for chow in
five!"

"Ok! Ok, Sarge'," I yelled back wondering what movie she watched to
learn that wakeup call.

"Wake up your brother!" She stood at the door and waited from me to
move. When I made an attempt to get out of bed she left and closed
the door behind her. I could hear Dad running water in the bathroom
already. I stretched my leg across the isle between our beds and
kicked the mattress on Bob's bed trying to wake him. He didn't move.
Figuring that it would take more than my artificial earthquake to
wake him, I rolled to my feet, reached over and pulled at his covers.
Bob rolled over on his back as the covers raked over, almost hanging
up on his hard-on. His eyes were still closed. That prompted me to
have a little fun. Dad was running water, Mom had already made her
visit so neither one would barge in. I reached over, took his cock in
my hand, and ran my tongue around the swollen head.

"Fuck man!" he jumped, opened his eyes and looked down at his cock
which was about half way down my throat.

"Fuck! You better get off that if you don't want a mouth full of
piss. That's a piss hard-on."

"OK," I said as I came off his dick, "If you are going to play Clint
Eastwood again, I am not going to be the one to make your day." I
smiled at him with another thought, "May as well let me have it
because you can't go into the bathroom to pee, Dad's in there."

"Why not? Dad's seen me with a piss-hard before."

"Yeah," I said as I worked up a big wad of spit and spit it on the
head of his dick. "Now what is he going to say when he sees my spit
dripping off of the end of your hard cock?" I perked up my ears,
"Besides, the water stopped so he is sitting on the pot now. I know
his routine."

"Ah Ha!" imitating Sherlock Holmes, "The solution to the problem is
at hand. Elementary, my dear Watson," He dramatically swept his out
stretched arm toward the window, "There, that open window will afford
a timely relief to the present dilemma."

I had forgotten about the window. I think that I was first to piss
out of it. Both of us had used it a few times since but only in dire
emergencies. I guess Bob thought that this was that kind of an
emergency.

Dad was almost finished breakfast when we sat down. There never was
too much conversation at breakfast because Dad always had his head
buried in the newspaper and Mom was resident 'short order cook' so
she was always too busy for conversation. Dad left and Bob was first
in the bathroom leaving me alone with Mom.

I knew that time was short so I didn't beat around the bush
disclosing what was on my mind. "Mom, did I ever walk in my sleep?"

Mom poured a cup of coffee at the stove then came over and sat down
at the table. She brushed the hair out of my eyes as she spoke, "Not
since you were about five." She went on after taking a sip of her
coffee, "Do you remember when you had bunk beds and Bob stepped out
of the top bunk and fell to the floor and hurt his self? We figured
that he was sleep walking then. That is why we un-bunked the beds,
remember? And then, the time that he pee-peed in the hall instead of
the bathroom, he was sleep walking then."

"Well how about me?"

"Oh, you used to have nightmares. The first time, when you were about
three or four. You had a fever and woke up screaming from a
nightmare. We took you in our bed. After that, you had a few more up
until you started school. Your brother was wonderful. He saw us do it
so he used to take you into his bed and hold you until you fell back
to sleep. After that, you both seemed to out grow it." She stroked my
hair again. "Why do you ask? Are you OK? You are not having
nightmares again are you?" She looked worried. "Anything wrong Bill?"

I had to answer her. In her own sweet way, she was demanding an
answer so I had to dream up one. I wasn't prepared for this but being
clever, ingenious, shrewd, and knowing how to misrepresent the truth,
I came up with a good one. "It's only that I heard Bob get up in the
middle of the night."

"He wasn't sleepwalking again was he? I better check the floor and
rugs."

"No, No, I talked to him. He wasn't sleepwalking. I thought he was. I
brought it up because I was thinking about it this morning. That's
all." She fell for it 'hook line and sinker'. I complimented myself
on the slick way that I slithered out of that one.

She smiled at me, "The running water stopped, Bob's finished his
shower! You better get up there or you will be late for school. Go
on!" she motioned for me to leave then continued, speaking louder so
I could still hear her as I left, "We need a shower stall big enough
for the two of you to shower together or have the tub fitted with a
shower. We all can't get ready at once."

"How about another bathroom?" I shouted back as I started up the
stairs. I had suggested it many times before so I didn't wait for an
answer. Actually, I liked the bigger stall idea better but I didn't
tell her that. Wouldn't that be fun? On our way to school I told Bob
about it. He almost ran his bike into the bushes when he pictured
both of us in the shower together every morning. Bob is a heavy
sleeper so I am sure that he wasn't aware that I had spent the night
in his bed, holding him. If he knew, in his own mind, being caught
would be devastating. His attitude was understandable. That is why I
didn't mention the incident.

The campus came into sight, ahead of us. Conversation wasn't easy
with both of us riding bicycles but he did manage to get out one last
remark.

"Oh, by the way, I have a date with Jan, Wednesday night."

To make Bob think that I was taking it casually. I had to think of
something quick to hide my feelings. It came to me at once. On
Wednesdays Jim had his get-to-gathers. I was wondering if he still
had them. "Great," I said, "I think that I will stop by Jim's
Wednesday night to see how his jerk-off club is doing. Might run into
some big cock." I was really being bitchy, and why, I didn't know.

Wednesday came too soon for me. Bob left for his date with Jan right
after dinner. They were going to a show, he said. I knew differently.
I excused myself from the table and went to our room. I slipped into
my tightest pants and left the house. At that time I had intentions
of going over to Jim's house but when I got on my bicycle and got
near his house, I went on by not knowing where I was headed. I just
wanted to be alone, to think. I raced through the park right past a
couple of guys in the bushes that couldn't wait until it was darker
to make out. They were lucky that it was me that caught them at it. I
could care less. It could have been anybody. They didn't expect
anyone to come up on them so fast, without warning. I was really
moving. The one guy saw me and yanked it out of the other guy's mouth
as I raced past. I exited the park near the school parking lot. There
in front of me, parked in the lot, was Tony's white pick-up. If Tony
was working here at school, then Bob and Jan were at Tony's house in
bed fucking. I hopped off my bike and stood there looking at Tony's
truck.

The eerie semi-darkness made me feel more alone than ever. I wanted
to be with someone. Not for sex. Just to be with someone that I could
talk to. I found myself pounding on the front door of the school. I
was about to give up when I saw Tony through the glass. He acted
surprised as he fumbled for the key on a large key ring hanging on
his belt. He opened the door.

"Hey stud, what brings you out tonight?"

"Oh, I was just passing by, I said cheerfully."

I can't have you in stud because I am supervising a cleaning crew.
Let's go out and sit in the truck.

"OK, I can only stay awhile."

We walked over to the truck. After we got in, Tony was first to
speak.

"Man, I know you didn't come here to have your dick sucked. I would
gladly do it if you want but I know that you are here about Bob and
Jan. I know that it bothers you and I figured that we would be having
this talk sooner or later."

"You're reading my mind."

"No, I can only read my own. I knew Bob was going to be a threat. Jan
goes out with a bunch of other guys but Bob is different. She is out
for cock and nothing more. Bob is young and inexperienced. That is
what she likes. When she gets him, Bob will really go for her. Man,
does she ever give good head. She can deep throat a guy like he's
never been deep throated before. Fucks like a mink and loves eating
cum. And do you know what else she does?"

"No, I said trying to sound a little uninterested. At the time, I
wasn't too keen about talking about blowjobs. I was still depressed.

"She likes to rim a guy. You ever been rimmed?"

"No," I said. My interest was coming up because I had never heard of
a girl doing it.

"You know, most guys, straight and otherwise, don't realize how much
feelings they have around the ass. And, even inside. A lot of
straight guys like to be fucked because they found out how great it
feels."

It sounded like he was setting me up to be fucked. I wasn't sure that
I wanted any part of it. I liked Tony, more than anything. I thought
of him has being a second father to me. Almost like being my only
father. Dad was great but I always wanted more love than he could
give. Mom bought us up and Dad was just kind of there, helping out
when he could, but not knowing how to express his love for us. Dad
was never the touching, hugging type person like Mom. Maybe that is
how a father should bring up his sons.

Tony put his hand on my leg and moved in closer as he said, "Man, I
would love to rim you." I could see that he had a boner.

He managed to slip his hand under my leg and was running his finger
up and down the back seam of my pants. As tight as my pants were, it
felt good. I hadn't sprung a boner yet but I knew that it wouldn't be
long if he kept it up.

"Why don't you slide down your pants? It will feel better if I can
get at it."

"Here? Right here? Is it safe? With the crew that you have working
inside?"

"Maybe not. Have an idea," he said squeezing my leg hard. "We could
go out to my place. I can tell them where I'm going, give them my
number, and come back to lock-up when they are ready to leave."

"Your place?" I thought Bob and Jan --"

"No. Jan had to work part of a second shift. One of the gals called
in sick. She called awhile ago to tell me to pick her up later."

"Then Bob isn't with Jan right now?"

"When Jan called, she said that when Bob showed up at Norm's for the
date, she had to turn him down. She said that he went home to spend
the evening alone to study for an exam or something."

"Alone? Study?" Then I remembered that Mom and Dad had finally
started getting out a little more and this was their Bridge night.
"Hey," I said, "I have tons of homework. I better get home too. I
forgot about the big exam." There was no exam that I knew of. Bob had
used it as an excuse, so; so did I."

"Another time?" he asked cheerfully but the disappointment in his
face was obvious. Throw your bicycle in back and I'll drive you."

"No thanks!" I said as I jumped out of the truck. "I need the
exercise." I looked back at Tony, smiling, as I waved at him. I
wanted him to know that I wasn't mad at him. I just wanted to get
home and be with Bob.

When I got home the house was dark except for the light coming from
our room. I was relieved to see that there was no car in the
driveway. I went directly to our room.

Bob was in the nude lying on his stomach reading. He didn't look up
from his book but I am sure that he felt me sit on the edge of his
bed to remove my shoes. I swatted him on the ass before standing up
to remove the rest of my clothes.

"Where you been?" he said as he turned over to look at my nude body.

He wasn't hard but it looked like it might be a semi. "With Tony. He
told me that you got stood-up so I thought I would come home to see
what you were doing."

He looked at me as he put down the book that he was reading. "Has
Tony fucked you yet?" he asked making it sound as if he was only
vaguely concerned.

In spite of how he asked, I still took his question as being a little
sharp so I gave him a blunt answer, "No!" Then I decided to add, "Not
yet but pretty close."

"Man, I bet his big dick would hurt," acting a little more
interested.

"Yeah, I bet. Not sure I could take it."

"You be sure to tell me what it is like when it happens, promise?"

"How come?" I questioned.

Oh, I am just curious. Jim, the gymnast, was telling me that it feels
good after you get used to it. That's because of the prostate."

"Isn't that the thing that controls the cum?" My question was
foolish, I knew but I thought that it might encourage him to reveal
more about the conversations that he was having with Jim about sex.
He took my question seriously instead.

"Yeah, I guess you can put it that way. It is kind of like a woman's
'G Spot' except it is up a guys ass."

"I am not sure what a 'G spot' is but it is probably in the cunt,
right?"

"Right on, you get an 'A' for that."

"Hey, don't make fun of me. I may not know where the 'G' thing is but
I sure know where my prostate is."

"Been exploring; have you?"

"Oh, sometimes I poke my finger up there when I am about to come, it
feels good. One time I tried to bear down like I was going to take a
dump while my finger was up there. That time, I almost grossed out
because I thought I was poking a turd. After I decided that it
wasn't, I kept feeling around, wiggling my finger, investigating. The
more I probed, the better it felt. Then, I didn't want to stop
because it felt so good. Really a great sensation. Weird at first but
as I kept it up, I was leaking precum like crazy."

"Did you cum that way?"

"How come you are asking about that? I was still curious about Jim,
"Did Jim want to try it on you?"

"Probably, but I don't trust him. If he got his finger up my ass,
next would be that long cock of his. But, I admit that he did get me
so hot that I wanted to try it myself as soon as I was alone."

"And, did you?" I inquired as if I was a priest in a confessional.

"Yeah, but I guess I didn't go about it right," sounding
disappointed, he reached down and dragged one finger across his hole.

"It is hard as hell to do it to yourself lying down like you are
doing. If you want to diddle your prostrate, you have to curve your
finger a certain way so that it kind of points toward your dick."

"How do you curve your finger"

"Like this," I showed him.

He curved his finger and brought it down to his hole. "Fuck man that
hurts."

"No, curve after you put it in, numb nuts!" when I saw he was
serious, I turned away to hide because I was halfway into a laugh.
"Besides that," I said as if I was an authority on the subject,
"seriously, you probably need some lube. There is some Vaseline in
the bathroom, I'll go and get it." When I got back, Bob was still
trying, this time with his finger straight.

"Fuck, forget it" he moaned in discuss."

"Hey, it is different with lube. Here give it a try." Without
thinking I dipped my two fingers into the jar and scooped up a big
scoop. It suddenly hit me how stupid it was for me to dip into the
jar. After all, it wasn't me that was going to use the stuff.

Bob looked at me not knowing what to do next. "Go ahead," he said,
"put a glob down there."

"Ok, I said. Get on your knees, spread them apart, and bend down."

He pressed his head into the bed covers preparing for possible pain,
"Now don't hurt me," he pleaded.

Using a circular motion, I smeared a good amount around the perimeter
of his hole. Then I took my forefinger and circled the same area to
spread it evenly.

"Man, you are right about the lube. That does help and it's different
when someone else does it." He sighed, "Totally awesome," and sighed
again as he exhaled.

I continue to circle as I felt his pucker reacting. I brushed across
the center, purposely, pressing the 'Bull's Eye' as I passed over it.
I got the reaction that I expected. He didn't have to say it, but he
did.

"Go ahead and show we where my prostrate is."

I had to tell myself to go slow knowing that if I did anything to
hurt him in the slightest it would mess up the whole thing. Instead
of going right in as he expected me to do I took another glob from
the jar and whipped it right in the center. His hole was moving in
and out in anticipation. "Man, I thought to myself, this could be my
dick that I was slowly pressing in. Fuck, that would be intensive.
Man, could it ever happen?"

That is what set it off. I slid into another world. I didn't think of
it as 'The Power' taking over. I didn't want to think about it as
that because I felt this was real. I wasn't thinking of my finger as
actually being my dick but it was giving me that kink of pleasure. I
could feel the firmness, yet the softness and warmth on my finger as
I looked down at watched it moving in and out of Bob's ass. I had no
idea if he was squirming or even yelling in pain. I was somewhere
else. I curved my finger and pointed the tip toward his cock like I
told him to do. As I felt him bare down the tip of my finger felt a
firm, almost hard spot in its path.

"Ooh! Oooohh!" he caught his breath. "Fuuu-- ah-- chkk!" as he
exhaled.

Right away, I knew that his shouts were out of pleasure not pain.
Slowly I probed his prostate. Then I started moving my finger slowly
in and out aiming toward the spot with each stroke. Each time I
brushed it, his muscles closed in on my finger and then relaxed. My
mind soared again with the thought of actually having my dick in
there instead of my finger.

"STOP! Stop," he wailed.

I started to remove my finger, slowly withdrawing, as he closed in
tightly on it. He let out a couple of wincing whimpers, my finger
suddenly slipped out.

"Ugggh," came an involuntary response. "Why did you stop?"

"You, you asked --," I said, in puzzlement.

"Fuck, I know, but that was totally awesome. Totally! Do you have to
do everything that I say?" He took a deep breath, "it's like, kind of
like, pain and pleasure together but without the hurt." He acted a
little confused with what he had just spouted out, "fuck, I can't
describe it."

"Fucking Ahey! I know the feeling," I clamored in my excitement,
really feeling good about giving him pleasure.

"Look at this," he gripped his hard cock still breathing hard in his
excitation, pointing his hard cock at me.

My heart was still racing anyhow, but then, it skipped a bunch of
beats when I saw a big glob of precum, in easy reach. I reached out
and carefully touched the end of my finger on it. Being careful not
to spread it, I managed to get the entire drop to cling to my finger.
I slowly and deliberately brought it up to my mouth while he looked
on like a curious puppy watching his master eating ice cream. His
mouth opened slightly as just the point of his tongue poked just a
little out of his lips. He may have been using 'The Power'. If he
was, he was tasting his own percum along with me. He noticed that I
was watching him as closely as he was watching me.

"Wicked-wacked," he said, "totally there." Ebullience lit up his
face.

I knew exactly what he ment. He was under the influence alright and
he had just coined a new expression for it. He was on fire. I was too
because; knowing how he felt, I quickly joined him on his trip.

"Now it's your turn."

Without hesitation, I got up on my 'fours' and reached under my body
instinctively reaching for my erection. After I had spread my legs so
that I could look down past my dick, I saw Bob's fingers dig into the
jar of Vaseline. He spread the glob as I did.

"I hope you know what you are doing?" taming my emotions enough to
speak, "take it easy, now."

"Ok, Teach! Trust me. Easy as it goes."

I guess I was a good teacher because he was doing everything just as
I did. I was surprised how slow and gentle he was. He actually had
his finger in me and I hardly felt it when he pressed in. He started
finger fucking me, very slowly, sometimes twisting and turning his
finger. I wasn't too surprised that he was so good at this because
that part of it couldn't be so different than doing it with a female.
Because of how deliberate he was, I could tell that he was really
'into it'. I was glad that he was getting the same pleasure out of
doing it as I got out of doing it to him. I was hoping that he was
having the same visions that I had. It came slowly but I became aware
there was a new exciting tingle of pleasure.

I didn't know why or even care but I was still surprised when he
whispered, "Like it, I have two fingers in," he kept on going.

I was so hot I was about to yell for him to fuck me but I stopped
when he slowly drew out his fingers. I felt his finger or fingers
move in the circle as before. Then I felt something different.
Smoother, but firm and warm. The pressure caused a sudden pain. I
remember what I had done when I was trying to put more than one
finger up my own ass. I press down as I would if I were having a
bowel movement. His cock slid in. No pain at first but then ---

"Stop! Hold it.

"Want me to take it out?"

"No! No! Just hold it for a second. The pain subsided. I reached both
my arms around and pulled him close to me. Both of us let out loud
moans at the same time. He pulled back just a little and then he
pushed in all the way.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhh fu--!" he bellowed out.

"Don't move," I yelled. I knew he was about to go off. "Don't move!"

He froze for several seconds. "I'm Alright now," he gasped as he
started taking long slow strokes each time going in deeper.

It felt so good that my ass mussels were grabbing his cock as if I
was afraid that he was going to pull out. His plunges were hitting me
harder and faster.

"No! No! Not yet," I moaned as I placed both of my hands on his hips
and held on while I rolled over on my back carrying him on top of me.
It was unbelievable, but as agile as we were, he managed to keep it
in. Being on my back, looking up into his face, was a whole new trip
with an entirely different feeling. I was feeling complete surrender
as I met every thrust that he offered. He was treating me the same
way he would treat a woman. This feeling of surrender was not male. I
felt female and was keenly aware of a masculine male body on mine. I
reached up and played with his stomach, working both hands up to his
pecks. I rubbed them and walked my fingers to his nipples. He slowed
his pace as I twisted and rubbed both of them.

"Ah! Ooh!" he took a deep breath and held it.

He pressed in harder, reached out and grabbed my ankles raising them
high almost doubling my body in half. He raised to his toes so that
only the grip on my ankles and his toes supported him. He started
banging in with full force each time hitting his pubic on my ass. I
reached around under his arm and pulled him down toward me. He let go
of my ankles. I could feel the weight of his whole body collapsing on
me but he was still in deep. Suddenly, his mouth was open and on
mine. I opened my mouth to meet his. I felt his tongue slip in. We
were breathing together. He was sucking air out of my lungs and then,
it was me doing the same to him. He started his slow movement again.
Sometimes he moved his ass in circles. At times I felt his balls
brush my ass and sometimes his sack rested there when he was really
in deep. His plunges became more rapid as did our breathing. Then he
hit my prostate. I yelped like a bitch dog led to let him know that
he found it. He hit it again and again. Finally, he pushed against my
prostate and did the 'penis exercise' by using his mussel control to
make his dick jump up and down against my prostate. It stopped; he
pushed in hard, raised up slightly grabbing my dick. Beating my cock
furiously, he pulled out, wrapped both of his hands around our cocks,
pressing them together. He was moaning in short blasts. I let out
with one continuous moan as he squeezed hard and jacked us a few
times. Uncontrollably, we both went off together, both of us shooting
in my face. I felt Bob's mouth on my chin as he pushed some of the
cum, along with his tongue, into my mouth. We swallowed together ---.

TO BE CONTINUED

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