Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2000 06:54:13 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Learning To Fly chapter 7

Learning To Fly

It's that time.  You have a choice and you can't hide from it.  Tuesday you
chose a real future, one already begun - or a dive into a non-existent
past.  Your choice.  It's one you're going to have to live with for the
next 25 or more years.  You and your loved ones - and your country.  Just
remember that if you vote wrong, you've condemned yourself to an extra
helping of all that bigotry the rich preachers and hate mongers have
planned if Bush wins.  Vote.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Frank headed home to put in an appearance with the family, clean up, and
change clothes. I picked up torn foil packets and used raincoats in the
family room and my bedroom.

Those were evidence of activity the folks wouldn't exactly approve of and
went under the coffee grounds in the trash because not even mom would lift
day-old grounds to check on her baby's doings. The dildo went into a sink
of hot water and bleach to soak until I was ready to wash it off and put it
safely away.

I headed for the shower.

Mark Edwards was one sated boy. Hell! He was so sated he didn't even get
hard as he soaped his dick and balls under the jets of water. He might have
been a virgin three mornings ago, but he had all the sex he had ever
imagined now.

I grinned at myself as I ran my razor over my face. Who'd have thought
Frank Ciencias would get off getting fucked? Or on being spanked - tied up
and paddled?

I had to admit it looked hot. I knew I was going to try it - but only after
Henry and Jimmy were gone and there wasn't anybody around but me and
Frank. Something like that was something I'd try out only with my best
friend. The one person I trusted as much as he did me.

I knotted my towel around my waist, opened the door on my room, and stepped
into the bedroom.

Frank was sitting on the bed. He looked scared as shit. I stopped and
stared at him. And immediately figured there was something going on that
meant I was in some deep shit.

"Rafe got home early," he mumbled and wasn't willing to look at me as I
started across the room to him.

"Yeah?" That didn't sound scary. Frank and I could work up a story for
Rafe. We could keep his big brother as far out of the loop as we were going
to be doing with our parents.

"Hello, Markie," a voice I remembered too well came from the door to the
family room.

I pivoted to face Rafael Ciencias watching me. I felt sweat prickled across
my forehead. He didn't seem especially friendly. The look on his face
suggested I was standing in as much shit as I thought I was when I found
Frank sitting on my bed. I wondered what my best buddy had had time to tell
his older brother since he pulled on his clothes and left me. I wondered if
I wanted to know.

"Hi, Rafe."

"We're gonna have us a good long talk, Markie." He shut the door and I was
alone with him and Frank - with just a towel covering my ass. "Just the
three of us."

Mark Edwards realized he was at one nasty disadvantage in the face of the
fully dressed Ciencias brothers in his closed bedroom.

"Yeah?" I said with more bravado than I ever showed Rafe before. It had to
be all that jizz straightening my backbone.

"I've got a baby brother who's gone queer on his family while I was gone -
you're the only one I know who could have infected him."

Talking about backbones - where had Frank's gone? What had he done - walked
right in and spilled his guts the moment he saw his brother? Jesus
H. Christ!

"What makes you think I'm queer?" I asked defensively, trying to keep my
options open. And knew immediately I had just confirmed his statement about
me. Boys weren't supposed to think logically when their sexual preferences
were being called into question. Shit!

He guffawed. "I've known you liked dick since I was thirteen or fourteen,
Markie. You were so fucking obvious."

Double shit! Here I was right back to that 'maricón loco' shit he was
putting out when we were kids. "You'd have been relieving us both all these
years if Franciso hadn't pulled me back."

He crossed the room and stopped in front of me, his eyes even with mine. "I
want to see this for myself. I want to see you swinging on pinga. I want to
see my brother doing it. I'm going to try to understand what turns him on
about it." He smiled slowly, like I was frog he was getting ready to
dissect. "If it makes sense for him, I won't beat him up - and I won't kill
you, Markie."

Triple shit! The folks would come home from my aunt's and find their
good-looking son lying on the floor of his room naked as the day he was
born and deader than a doornail. Not a pretty picture.

I was up shit creek without a paddle - and every other applicable cliché
I ever heard. Rafael Ciencias looked like he could kill me, never mind what
he did to his little brother. This boy had put on muscle the last year he
was studying in Spain. One fist into all these perfect teeth that cost the
folks so much money and I figured I'd be out for the count, freely
available to anything he decided to do to me.

I wanted to know what Frank had told him. Bad. My life might depend on
it. I figured whatever Rafe decided to do to me, the younger Ciencias
wasn't going to be any help - and the two Teutonic assholes who had been
fucking us and letting us fuck them were squirming on their knees praying
their souls away in lock-step.

"Okay," I told him, trying to sound reasonable, "so you think I'm
homosexual. You can think anything you want, Rafe. But why do you think
Frank is? And why are you blaming me for what he does?"

"Francisco's all but admitted to swinging on dicks - and taking them up his
ass."

Frank shook his head emphatically against that one.

"He also said you put out."

The boy on the bed looked down at his hands in his lap as his face turned
red as hell.

There went the remnants of my best friendship. The fucking asshole ran on
about how I sucked and bent over. Rafe put two and two together and it
equaled four. Frank never had known how to shut up - not since he was five.

I allowed myself to wonder what I had ever seen in him - except for a cock
that fit my ass well. And an ass that fit my cock like a glove. He had done
to me what he did to Luke Tonkavitch back in our senior year in high school
- sang like a fucking canary. Only, I didn't have the whole school shunning
me; I just had his big, bad brother ready to kill me.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, keeping in mind the best way to keep
from dying before one's time was to stay friendly with one's would-be
murderer. Combating Terrorism 101 was my bible on this one - I just hoped
the promise of the gospel was real.

"You'll suck Francisco." He turned to his brother and growled: "Strip,
asshole!"

No hardship assignment there, I told myself, as my buddy stood and started
shucking clothes faster than the designated bottom in an X-rated film
facing a pool-ful of hunks.

"Francisco sucks you while you suck him," Rafe announced the second tier of
his plan to determine if his brother was queer. "I'll watch."

Frank was down to his briefs. He stared at his brother and looked red as
shit underneath the olive of his complexion.

"Get naked," Rafe growled at him. "I want to see you slurp on dick. I want
to watch you swallow that gooey shit."

"I never-" Frank's fingers were under the elastic of his waistband, he was
hard, and he was trying to find some way to keep from dropping his shorts.

"Bullshit! Get out of them now before I pull your balls off."

I didn't for a moment doubt Rafe wouldn't carry out his threat. Frank
didn't either. He shoved his briefs down to his knees and stood back up,
naked as the day he was born. And hard, his cocksock pulled back behind his
helmet and ready for action.

"Get on the bed - both of you. Spoon it. Dive on those pingas." He gazed at
Frank with a look I couldn't decipher. "I'm going to be watching you close,
Francisco."

I dropped the towel and sat on the bed. Frank looked from my inflating cock
back to his brother hopefully. There wasn't any sympathy there and, with a
sigh, he laid back on the bed and reached for my pole.

I knelt over his head and grabbed Spanish pinga as I lowered my face toward
it.

"Suck those damned things." Rafe's voice was like a whip cracking over our
heads.

Frank opened his lips and took my cock in between them.

My face sank down along his shaft toward his pubes. Out of the corner of my
eye, I caught Rafe watching his brother gobble me right down to my pubes. I
blinked. I might as well go out having fun. I hoped I got off before the
older Ciencias fils decided to put me down past the count. It'd be a real
bitch to die on the verge of shooting a big one.

We sucked each other's wieners. Frank lay on the bed under me. I was on my
arms and knees over him. We were where we had been since Friday night. Cock
was all that mattered - each other's cocks. Rafe was forgotten. He just
didn't exist. For the moment. Frank's and my cocks did.

I was burying my nose in my buddy's balls with each downstroke. They were
tight and spreading to the sides of his shaft and hanging there. Frank
Ciencias had forgotten his brother too. He was tooling right along on my
cock and loving it. He was into what I was doing for his.

I felt fingers spreading my asscheeks, opening up my crack and the cleft
that led right into my wrinkled little pucker. I took all of Frank's meat
and my lips were nibbling up most of his ballsack. My own bag was even
tighter than Frank's. I was nearly there.

An open palm came down hard on my ass and my legs gave under me. I drove
everything nature ever gave me into Frank's throat as my legs buckled. I
sputtered, pulling off Frank's cock. My butt tingled and threatened to
burn. Frank just gagged and, maybe, turned a little blue around the gills
because he had a lot of American prime far down his throat.

I pulled off of him as his hands went to my hips and started trying to push
me out of his windpipe. Rafe grinned at me. "Okay, so my little brother
likes to suck dick," he offered. "Now, I want to see you fuck him,
Markie. I want to see if he's all the way queer."

"Rafe!" The voice that came from between my legs was strangled. My cockhead
was lying against his earlobe, my ballsack was draped over his nose.

Frank Ciencias was right back in the middle of reality as I was. He wasn't
liking it any more than I was.

"You've already proved to be a cocksucker, boy," the older Ciencias brother
growled. "You couldn't have taken something like Mark has if this was your
first time - not like you were doing."

"You're talking about him dicking me, Rafe!' Frank cried from between my
legs. I could feel his breathe on the hairs behind my balls.

"Do you need grease, Francisco?"

"Rafe!"

"Grease? Yes or no."

Frank was silent as I sat back on my haunches above his head and tried to
decide when the best time would be to move around to his legs. I sure
didn't want to interrupt all that fraternal communication with something as
stupid as sticking my cock in the younger brother's ass before the two of
them came to an understanding.

"Move it," Rafe told me.

I moved it, hopping off the bed and moving to the foot of it to climb
between Frank's legs. The younger Ciencias just stared at his brother as I
lifted his legs and moved closer.

"Get up here at the head of the bed, little brother. I want Markie to have
plenty of room." Rafe grinned down at Frank. "And me too."

Frank scooted up to the pillows and I followed on my knees. Rafe smiled at
me between his brother's legs. "Put it in there, Mark."

"Use a fucking raincoat," Frank groaned from the head of the bed, watching
me.

A puzzled look appeared on his brother's face. "Why?" Rafe mumbled with the
head of my cock an inch from his brother's ass. "You ain't going to get
pregnant."

I was embarrassed. I had completely forgotten about STD's, HIV, and those
other nasty things a bit of strategically placed plastic prevented. I had
been ready to shove my favorite part of myself into Frank's ass with no
protection. I had been that deep into Rafe's controlling us.

"You never know where a dick or ass have been," Frank explained as he
reached to the night table, picked up a foil packet, and tossed it to
me. He never took his eyes off his brother's. I let his legs encircle me as
I caught the packet.

"I guess you ought to know-" Rafe looked from his brother to me slipping
plastic along my cockshaft. "Both of you should." He picked up another foil
packet as I lifted his brother's legs back onto my chest.

Frank sighed and began to stroke his meat as I slipped inside him. "You
even stay hard when you're getting fucked," Rafe observed in surprise as I
leaned into his brother, hiking his ass to better accommodate my cock.

Frank circled his ankles behind my head and gave himself up to being
fucked. His fist moved lazily along the length of his shaft, his free hand
moved to my asscheek to guide my movement in him. He shut his eyes and
moaned as I pressed my pubes against his balls. "Yeah," he mumbled.

Rafe's fingers moving to tweak, first, one of his brother's nipples and,
then, the other. Frank moaned and speeded up his wanking, his nipples hard
little cones. Rafe's fingertips moved down his chest onto his abs and
Frank's whole body shivered to his touch.

I plowed the younger Ciencias slowly and gave myself up to that. But not
without wondering how big Rafe was. And not without hoping he'd give me
some of it.

"You like that dick in your ass, don't you, Francisco?" Rafe stood behind
me at the foot of the bed and his hand had taken possession of my ass. He
spread my globes. A finger trawled the floor of my asscrack. Fingers from
his other hand tightened around my balls and pulled on them.

Frank was rapidly passing the point of coherent thought. He grunted. He
moaned. He pounded his meat. He ground his ass against my every
downstroke. His head lolled from side to side.  He was getting close. But,
with Rafe holding onto my balls, I was hesitant to put on a burst of speed
to help him get off. I kept my movements in him slow.

Rafe's finger in my asscrack found my cleft and the wrinkled pucker at the
bottom of it. It punched its way into my chute. I moaned and ground my ass
on it.

"Jesus," Frank cried and erupted. His first rope of jizz splattered his
chest. His next one hit me in the face.

"You blew a load with his dick in you," Rafe mumbled in awe over my
shoulder, his finger still buried in my guts.

Frank nodded.

"Fuck his brains out, Markie," Rafe commanded and sent a second finger into
my chute. "Give my little brother your best shot."

I glanced over my shoulder at him and wasn't surprised to see him stripped
down to his briefs. I wasn't surprised at the monster tenting the front of
those briefs, either.

He grinned at me. "He may be queer, but Francisco's my brother. If he likes
this shit, I want him to have all of it he can get."

I nodded my understanding.

"I'm going to fuck you while you fuck him. You want that?"

I looked at his basket again and smiled. He pulled the front of his
underwear down and I stared in amazement at his power tool, holding my hips
in mid-stroke. And nodded. All of my boyhood fantasies were about to come
true.

"How're we going to do this, compadrés?" Rafe asked as he climbed onto
the bed behind me. The mattress bounced and swayed with his movement across
it and my nap spread Frank's globes as I fell into him.

"Lift my butt up higher, Mark," my buddy told me. "Then, lean all close
into me - that'll hike your ass up for Rafe." I wondered how Frank knew
about three-way fucking. I must have missed out on a lot during high
school. But I knew not to ask him about it now.

There were two etiquettes working against my curiosity: I was fucking him
and his big brother was about to ram his porker into my ass. Maybe I
couldn't ask him about it now; but I figured Frank had some explaining to
do the next time it was just him and me - and we both had our clothes still
on.

My cockhead was pretty wide. Henry and Jimmy had me nearly evenly
matched. José was larger than me - but not by much. What was beginning
to press against my asslips and filling up my cleft was guaranteed to have
a boy singing soprano.

Frank's knees were pressed in between his arms and ribs. My cheek was
against his ear. My cock was as deep into his ass as it could get. My ass
was hiked up and Rafe was behind me and threatening to close the distance
between my cheeks and his pubes.

Tears welled in my eyes as Rafe's monster trampled the raised wrinkles of
my pucker and had them scooting to either side for relief. My cock
threatened to lose its interest in being in Frank's ass. I bit into an
olive-complexioned shoulder and saw stars.

Frank ground his butt against me and tightened his chute. Rafe's cockhead
battered my assring and it stopped resisting. My meat would have gone limp,
but Frank's spasming chute gave my cock its second wind.

My canal stretched to the limit of its elasticity as Rafe's cock punched
its way home. I groaned in relief when I felt pubic hair pressing against
my buttcheeks.

Rafe pulled out of my ass and sat on his haunches behind me. I laid
sprawled over Frank, our abs glued together with his jizz. There was no
feeling in my ass; there was little feeling anywhere.

"I liked that, Markie," the older Ciencias chirped pleasantly as he pulled
the filled rubber off his pound of flesh. He pushed himself to the side of
the bed and stood up.

I turned to face Rafe Ciencias, my cheek resting on his younger brother's
chest. I didn't dislike how he had felt in me but figured his cock would
take some getting used to before I could say I liked it and be
truthful. God! But he was big.

"I'm going to leave you two to clean up." He smiled at us as he pulled
briefs over his monument to young Spain. I felt Frank's chin turn across
the top of my head and knew he was facing his brother too.

"Francisco, you will spending your nights at home this summer?"

Frank's heart went flip-flop under my cheek. I was willing to bet my buddy
knew the American slang for his brother's cock. Horsecock. Whale dick was
probably more like it.

I was glad I was getting a reprieve. I was even happier Frank Ciencias was
going to spend the rest of the summer getting used to that horsedick being
in his ass.

I could be as much a size queen as anybody else. But there was a difference
between big and huge. I'd take big any day. I figured Frank was going to
get huge. I didn't begrudge him what he was going to get - not at
all. José was more than enough for me.

Rafe dressed quickly. "I'll see you tonight, Francisco?"

Frank nodded against the top of my head and Rafe was gone. I still hadn't
moved off of Frank and didn't know if I could. But my ass was beginning to
tingle. I was getting some circulation down there finally.

"How was he?" he asked.

I forced myself onto my elbows so I could look down on him. "I think I got
split open from my balls to my tail bone," I told him truthfully.

"That's what I figured." Frank groaned. "You and the Hitlerjugend are all
I've ever had - and Rafe's dickhead has got to be twice as big as yours."

"He's bigger than either one of the twins," I agreed.

"Jesus!" He stared at me, his eyes holding mine. "You know he expects to be
fucking me every night now, don't you?"

"Enjoy." I forced myself onto my haunches. "Better you than me."

"How do I get out of this?"

I smiled. "You don't. But you'll adjust, Frank. You'll be loving it inside
of a week."

"I'll be singing soprano inside a week," he groaned. "That is, if I still
have nerves left in my asshole after he's through with it."

I made sure I didn't nod my agreement to his assessment.

"Who would have thought your brother would want queer ass?" I mumbled as I
slid across the bed.

"Why shouldn't he? An ass is always tighter and better than a pussy. Rafe's
just finding out about this shit a little late."

I decided I didn't really need to know what he told Rafe about me that got
us all three naked on my bed and getting it on together. I was going to
live. Rafe hadn't kill me, and he seemed to have accepted his little
brother was queer. I just wished I could get could my assmuscle to clinch
shut. Just once. It felt like it was wide enough to take a fucking train as
I pulled on my underwear.

"Where did you learn about three-way fucking?" I asked, remembering it was
Frank who had given us directions.

"I got into it a couple of times with Luke and one of his friends. Luke
fucked the boy while I fucked him."

I nodded and accepted the boy still lying on my bed had been around a whole
hell of a lot more than I had. I wasn't surprised that knowledge didn't
bother me anymore.

"How am I going to get out of this, Mark?" In just his briefs, Frank was
following me around, whining about his fate.

I was dressed and, now I had some time to consider it, I knew Rafe gave one
damned good fuck. I could definitely get used to what he had between his
legs and I suspected I wouldn't be singing soprano when I did, either.

Only, Rafe Ciencias was going to take care of his brother before he did
anything. I figured he saw dicking Frank as giving the boy what he wanted -
as well as satisfying his own needs. I'd sure be thinking that way if I
were Rafe.

Frank, however, hadn't had the pleasure of intimately knowing his brother's
finest feature. Yet. I suspected he'd be singing an entirely different song
tomorrow. Now, though, I was having to listen to him work himself into
being scared.

"You don't, Frank. You're going to go with the flow or Rafe's going to be
one ever more pissed brother."

He blanched. "He'll kill me if I'm not right there - ready, willing, and
able."

I grinned. "I don't know about killing you; but you'd probably be black and
blue in some pretty strange places." I was rubbing his predicament in his
face and knew it.

"Or I get my ass split wide open like you did. Shit!"

"You can take it. I did."

"Jesus!" His eyes grew large. "His old girlfriend got married while he was
in Spain. It's just going to be my ass for him."

"You'll be loving it by tomorrow. Go home, get him alone, and get your
first dose over with. That way, you won't be scared of the unknown when you
climb into bed with him tonight."

"You're a fucking lot of help!"

"Get dressed. I hear Rafe calling you."

If looks could kill, I would be dead from the way he stared at me
then. Finally, he lifted his chest, huffed it out, pivoted, and started
back to my bedroom and his clothes. Slowly. Like a man being escorted to
the little room where Virginia kept its electric chair.

I grinned as I watched his cheeks flex under the thin cotton of his
underwear. I didn't feel sorry for Frank Ciencias at all. I was pretty sure
I felt a mild case of jealousy toward him. The twins were nice, but Rafe
was - well - he was Rafe Ciencias. With el pinga grande.