Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2003 01:14:39 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 13

                    The Power - Part 13
                   By GetRealGuy@aol.com

Finally, that day, the rain let up enough for Bob and me to get up on the
roof to do the repair work, or at least take a look.  No big deal, it
looked as if the fallen branch did little, if any, damage; it was the
wind and rain from the storm itself.

"Well, what yah think?  I asked Bob who was lifting and peering under one
of the damaged composition shingles.

"Well, I think Dad is bi, just like me."

"Fink...I was talking about the roof!  We are on it, remember?"

"Yeah," he said, coming back from wherever his mind had drifted, "when I
took my morning piss, there was a stain on the ceiling in the bathroom
from a leak."

"Yeah," I said, smiling, "you know what that means?"

"That we need a new roof," he stated in an informative manner.

"Maybe true, but it also means that you better start taking better aim
when you take a whiz."

That did it!  He wasn't about to let me pull over a good one like that
without getting back at me.  He stood up, pulled out his pecker, aimed it
at me, and started a small stream.

"I'll show you how good my aim is.  I heard you are a piss queen...open
up."

The stunt backfired, he didn't have as good control as he thought, the
stream increased in force so he had to redirect it or really piss on me.
Quickly, he swung around and took a few steps closer to the edge of the
roof.  Directing the stream from side to side to cover as wide an area as
possible, he let it go, as if he were watering the back lawn.  I wasn't
worried about the neighbors because we were at the back of the house
where they couldn't see, but Mom, what would she think if she were at the
sink looking out the kitchen window?  Rain usually doesn't come down in
one single golden stream like that.

"That felt good," he said, as he came back toward me with it still
hanging out.  "To bad there wasn't any snow on the ground.  Wouldn't it
be bitchen to write your name in the snow by pissing from way up here.
Pissing is pissing but when you do it over the side of a roof, it feels
almost as good as coming."

"I know what you mean.  I feel the same way about having sex in weird
places...leave it out ."

He looked at me, stunned.  "You gotta be kidding!"  He started laughing,
moderately at first, then to the point where he could hardly speak.
"Wanna get us kilt?  ... rolling off ... the roof.  What would ..." He
calmed down enough to continue.  "What would people think when they saw
us nude in the same coffin together."  He changed his voice so that he
sounded dignified, "Oh yes madam.  We have to bury them together like
that because when they fell off of the roof one of them had his cock up
the other one's ass.  When they hit the ground, the cock got rammed in so
deep that we couldn't get them apart.  And look, there's a smile on both
of their faces."

"Or, worse yet, we could get hung up like dogs, with your cock up my ass,
and would have to call Mom to throw a bucket of water on us to get us
apart."

"And you'd be howling like a bitch dog in heat .....  "

Yeah, and I would be trying to twist and break your cock off at the roots
like a bitch dog does when they get hung up."

"Ow!  Owwww!"  Bob howled.

We both joined together in a "wailing and howling" chorus until Mom heard
us from below.  " Ow ... Ooooooh ... Ow ... Ooooooh."

"What's going on up there?"  Mom yelled, thinking maybe there were a
couple of dogs fucking on the roof.

"It's OK Mom," Bob yelled back, were just messin' around!"

"All right, you guys knock it off," she yelled from below, "now be
careful up there," she went on, "it's almost lunchtime.  I'll let you
know when it's ready," she said, sounding unconcerned."

"Hey," Bob said, as he crawled toward one of the damaged shingles, "let's
get with it.  Let's not make a career of a job as simple as this.  Hand
me that box of roofing nails."

"You think Dad is bi, do you?"  I said as I handed him the nails.

"Yeah, for sure, don't you?  This may be the wrong way to do this but it
doesn't matter if we are getting a new roof."

"Yeah, but what I can't get over is how great he is accepting our, what
he calls, playing around with each other.

"Maybe so," he said, looking up with a deadpan expression, "I'm going to
play it cool ... and I know how YOU feel about Dad, don't even think it.

"Who, me, Dad?"

"Yeah you!  I saw how you acted when you saw his dong for the first time,
when we got back from a fishing trip and we all had to take a whiz at the
same time.  I had to drag you away before you dropped to your knees and
started sucking him off."

"Then I take it that you don't want to be part of our threesome," trying
to conceal that I was kidding.

"Man, you're sick," he said with discuss, "that's incest!"

"Incest, then what is it when you have sex with me?"

"Niiiice," he said through a very wide grin."

I knew that would get him.  "Yeah, nice for me too, and just think, I get
to sleep in your bed legally, sex all night."

"Nothing doin'", he said abruptly, "we are going to sleep in our undies
like Dad said until we get a new mattress for your bed."

"You think so, huh?  You will have them off as soon as I start licking at
the piss stains on the big pouch holding your hard cock.  What are you
holding back for?  You gonna become a priest and hold off until you can
molest a young alter boy?"

"No kidding, I am going to the canteen tonight to see if I can't get a
date for the Hop.  You already have Peg as your date but Mary, that was
strictly from hunger.  I have to get on the ball get myself a foxy chick.
If you want go with me and watch a pro in action, or you can come along
to just hang."

"Naw, I'll just stay home and beat off waiting for you to come home.  The
monkey's been bad and needs to be spanked."

"I may be late, you sure you don't want to come along, Jim, or Ted may be
there so maybe you won't have to jerk off alone."  I told him about Jim
and Ted leaving the canteen together, that's why he made that comment."

"You go along alone for your gig but in case I decide to tag, I'll let
you know.  Whatever, just don't come home with your thing smelling like
pussy."

Before he could reply to that kick in the ass, Mom called us to grub up.
We threw the tools over the side and started down the ladder; Bob went
first.  He waited for me as soon as his feet hit the ground.

"Hey," I said, when I reached the last rung of the ladder, "I have a
great idea.  Wouldn't it be bitchen if we could get Tony to do the new
roof, I know that he could handle it.  He built that place of his, by
himself, you know."

"You are still determined to have sex on that roof, aren't you?  If not
me, anyone you can get up there."

"Well, if it happens, what can I do about it.  I can't just pass it up,
can I?"

"No way, I know you!  Have at it but just don't roll off," he snickered.
"About the roof job, let's see if Dad goes for it."

I wanted to discuss it further but by then, we were at the back door.
Mom had fixed a light lunch, sandwiches and soup.  During lunch, Mom
mentioned that she would have to get a new mattress for my bed and asked
me if I would mind sleeping with Bob until her and Dad could get out some
evening to go to the Sears Catalog Office.  I lucked out, Sears was
notorious for taking forever to deliver.  It would be maybe a week before
I had a new mattress.

Watching Bob's face carefully, I answered her.  "Oh, I guess it will be
all right."  That's all that I felt safe in saying.

Bob turned away so that Mom and I couldn't see his reaction.  I just bet
it was a smile.

Later, during dinner, we gave Dad a report on the roof along with the
recommendation that we get re-roofed.  He agreed to look into it.  We
knew better than to drop the thing about Tony on him yet.  First, he had
to be persuaded that we had to have a new roof.  Before he decided that,
it would be useless to push it any further.

That night, Bob went to the canteen without me.  I was bored, there was
nothing on that I considered worth watching on TV so I went to our room.
As soon as I got there, I went to our secret hiding place in the closet
and got out a cheap gay novel.  It was called "Ryan's Adventure" and was
one that Jim gave to Bob.  I stripped down to my under shorts and was
about to take them off when I remembered that I had to sleep in them.
Instead, I flopped down on my stomach, opened the book and started to
read.  Right away, even before I got through chapter one, I recognized
that it was a real prick teaser.  By the time I got to chapter three,
"Big Bad Ryan" was about to pierce a little guy's ass.  As I read, I
turned into "Big Bad Ryan" and the little guy's ass was the slot between
my pillow and Bob's pillow after I placed it over mine.  I snuck down my
shorts far enough to press my hard on in that tight slot.  As I read on,
the story got hot and I started to slowly pump that poor kids pillow ass.
The pillow arrangement was working but I was starting to think that "Big
Bad Ryan" was never going to get his gun and pull it out of the little
guy's sore ass.  I continued to read page after page, until my eyelids
got heavy yet "Big Bad Ryan" pumped on and on.  The last thing that I
remember was that "Big Bad Ryan" was still pumping away but I was slowing
up and eventually gave up and fell asleep.  I was completely unaware if,
or when, Bob got home and slipped into bed with me.

Morning came around and I was just coming out of a deep sleep, on my own,
when I realized that Bob's face was very close to mine.  In fact, he was
kissing my ear lobe.

"Morning, Queer One," he whispered while he squeezed me hard enough to
cause me to squirm.  "No!  Don't move.  Keep your eyes closed."

Half asleep, I softly moaned and yawned.

"I'm going down to the cesspool for a swim.  Wanna come along?"

He had far too much enthusiasm for that early in the morning but a swim
sounded good.  I had my wits about me enough to know that it was Saturday
morning but I also remembered we would be confined to quarters that
morning until we cleaned up our room.  Worst of all, it had to pass
inspection by the sergeant, Mom.

"Ah, ha," was all that I could articulate.  I sighed and yawned again as
I tried to get my body to move.

"No, No!  Stay!  Stay boy!  Stay, stay," he commanded, making it sound
like I was a pet dog.  He switched to a more serious mode and continued.
"Keep your eyes closed.  Without you leaving this bed, I am gonna take
you to the cesspool for a swim and something that you will like even
more.  Just relax and don't go back to sleep, not yet anyhow."

At first, I wasn't "with it" enough to realize what was going on, and
then it hit me.  He was using "The Power" in an attempt to hypnotize me.
That would be easy.  For a long time I thought the act of hypnosis as
being a sleep like state induced by a professional whereby you were under
that person's command to do all kinds of weird things.  Then I heard that
you couldn't be forced to do anything that you didn't want to do, even if
you were under hypnosis.  I concluded that the general term hypnotism
meant that someone guided, or aided you, to hypnotize yourself.  I
reasoned "The Power," as we called it for many years, was almost, if not
the same as self-hypnosis.

"Now keep your eyes closed," he cooed in my ear.  I could feel the tip of
his nose tracing the ridges of my ear as he spoke, "Now take a deep
breath and let your body fall as you slowly exhale..., slowly...,
slowly..."

I became so relaxed that I automatically responded to his suggestions.  I
felt my body floating down a deep, dark pit.  As I descended deeper and
deeper into the darkness, I kept repeating, "Down... down... down."

"Keep your eyes closed."  His voice softly echoed as if he was at the top
of a well and I was far below.  "Now, take another deep breath."  He
paused to give me time to respond.  " Now, breathe in deeply and take in
the smell of the cool, clean water trickling over the rocks ... listen!"
Suddenly his voice sounded like he was next to me and I could hear the
water.  As I inhaled, I sensed the presence of fresh water.

It was uncanny; I could see our swimming-hole before me.  We called it
the cesspool because that's what Ted's mother called it and the name just
kind of stuck.  Actually, the water was fresh and clean.  It trickled
down the rocks, like a miniature waterfall, into a catch pool.  The
bottom was mostly sand and only about waist deep but that was enough to
be a cool haven on a hot summer day.

"Let's get into the water," I urged.

"Look down!  You are already in.  You have no clothes on and you are
waist deep in it.  I am standing here next to you and I am naked too."

I looked down and saw that he was right.  There, below the surface, I
could see his dong moving with the gentle current, as if it was waving to
me.

"We had a nice refreshing swim, now let's get out and lie down on the
blanket over there.  We'll let the warm sun dry us instead of using the
towels.  I'll give you a massage."

Like magic, I was lying on my back and Bob was beside me.  I felt the
warmth of the sun and realized that Bob had guided me to this point.  He
had aided me to hypnotize myself and now I was in a stage of
self-hypnosis, also know as guided fantasy.  The fantasy started at the
first touch of his warm hand on my thigh.  That released a sense of
warmth tingling through my body, finally centering on my cock.  He softly
stroked my inter thigh and moved closer and closer to my ball sack with
each stroke.  Then, as if he were teasing, he worked his strokes up the
outer part of my leg and swerved in toward my stomach.  I felt his hand
glide gently toward one of my nipples.  He gently caressed it between his
thumb and forefinger and squeezed it lightly as he twisted the tip.  This
sent shivers through my entire body.

"You like me to twist your nipple like this, don't you?"

I took a deep breath and tried to answer but I couldn't because my
attention was diverted to another place on my body.  Warm, soft, and wet,
his tongue was circling a spot near my balls.  I lifted both legs up for
him.  I could feel his nose parting my sack as his tongue found that
trail that lead to my pucker hole.  I jumped with intense pleasure when
he found the spot.  Reaching down, I spread my cheeks wide for him.  Then
I felt him put his hands in place and press to widen the crevice more.
He took two or three sweeps across the exposed pucker hole with is warm,
wet tongue.  With my legs still held high, my body bucked with pleasure
with each tiny jab that the tip of his probing tongue took.  I hoped that
he would never stop but finally my legs dropped from mere exhaustion.  I
could see him looking up at me.

"Do you like that?"  He asked smiling, knowing that I did.

Not waiting for an answer his head went down again.  His tongue dove for
my balls and followed a straight line from there, up the shaft of my
dick, which by then was jumping with excitement.

"Wow!"  He said as he took it in his hand.  "Is this a hard-on that I
hold before me, how can that be?"

His head went down again and his tongue slid up to my cock head, which
was swollen to its fullest.  With uncontrollable passion, I thrust my
body upward to ram his open mouth.  Gagging slightly, he took the whole
thing down to the pubic hairs.  To add to the pleasure, he held there and
shook his head violently while growling.  It was as if he was a vicious
animal devouring its prey.  I could feel the vibrations of the growling
at the base of my cock.  I had to force him off to prevent from shooting
my load.

"How's that?"  He inquired in a jovial manner.  "You didn't think that I
could take it all ... now did you?"

Then he wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock, held it upright,
and then moved his head back so that he could get a better perspective.

"Man," he stammered, "I didn't think that I could take it all either."
He looked up at me and smiled.  "Did anyone ever tell you that you have a
huge, delicious cock?"

With that, he dove back down and took the sensitive cap back into his
mouth again.  Using my knob as a pivot point, he maneuvered the rest of
his body around so that his cock was in easy reach of my open mouth.  His
balls brushed the tip of my nose with each plunge that sent his cock deep
into my throat.  Slowly I became aware that he was not only sucking my
cock but he had at least two fingers, inserted up to the knuckles,
exploring the inside of my ass.  It didn't take much more of that before
I was begging for something much larger in there.

"How would you like to put that big thing of yours up there instead of
your fingers?"

In a flash, he was in kneeling position holding my ankles high.  While
continuing to grip my ankles, he spread my legs so that he could aim his
weapon without using his hands.  I felt the tip of it slip past the
target several times, so I reached down to help with the aim.  He knew
instantly when I had placed it dead center.  He started his slow push.

I felt the pressure for an instant and then I stopped breathing in
anticipation.  I was surprised with how easily it slipped in.  This time,
I knew what to expect so there wasn't any pain, as such.  There was just
a sudden, quick jolt, when he poked my prostate, as he pressed in
further.  After that, I felt so relaxed that he was able to take one slow
push the rest of the way.  The prostate jab caught me off guard but the
sensation was astounding.  I was hoping that he would repeat that part
again.  I must have tightened up slightly because he didn't move until he
felt me relax again.  Then he started his slow rhythmic strokes.

At times, he would break the rhythm with fast short strokes.  When he
moved his muscular butt in circles, his cock moved in different
directions deep inside of me.  The feeling was awesome.  My whole body
was being inundated with a flood of pleasure.  I felt that we had
combined and become one.  I clamped his cock hard to make him feel it.
He moaned and pushed in deeper to open the muscle barrier that I had
imposed.  At one point, he pulled out completely and slammed it home
again.  This caused me to clamp the barrel of his cannon even harder.  He
felt it because he let out a loud moan.  I reached up, put my hands
around his neck and pulled his head down where I could reach his mouth
with mine.  His tongue darted out and I caught it with my mouth; our lips
locked.  We held it there, each of us gasping for air every few second as
he continued to fuck me.  He started to moan and raise his head to get
control again.  Eventually he had to slow to hold back what was
inevitable.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  I yelled.  I knew he was getting near and I didn't
want him to stop.  "Shove that big cock of yours in me.  I want it!  I
want all of it!  Pour it to me!"

I stopped shouting when I realized that it had overly excited him, but it
was too late.  Without warning, his pumping increased tenfold until,
suddenly ... he withdrew.  It was almost too late.  He knew that I wanted
his climax and he was trying to get it to me in time.  I reached up,
grabbed his cock by the shaft, and pulled it toward me.  I opened wide to
take in the head.  When my lips locked around the pulsing hardness, it
exploded in such a blast that I almost choked, but I managed to swallow
hard.

A short time of nothingness passed before I became aware that I was
panting and whirling with excitement.  My heart was beating a mile a
minute and I didn't know why.  It was almost like being awaken too
abruptly from a sleep but my eyes were open already.  When I focused well
enough to look down at myself, I was surprised to see that there were
blobs of cum trailing all the way from under my chin to the tip of my
cock.  The biggest surprise was when I realized that I had my own cock in
my hand, not Bob's, and I was looking at my own cum.  I raised my head
higher and looked around to find that I wasn't lying near the swimming
hole; I was in Bob's bed in our bedroom.  Bob was next to me gripping his
stiff cock, squeezing out the last bit of his climax.

I couldn't move for what seemed like several minutes.  It wasn't that I
lost my mobility but my brain was too tied up evaluating what I had just
experienced.  Bob had actually been successful in hypnotizing me.  It was
a great experience but not much different from what I had been doing
myself all along.  It was like I was really there at the cesspool but now
I knew that I wasn't.  I could smell, taste and feel everything that I
experienced.  The feeling was awesome while I was being screwed.  My hole
was still throbbing from Bob's big cock.  I asked myself, why was that
when it didn't actually happen physically?

That was a new experience for both of us, at least at that location and
with me under hypnosis.  For real, we visited the cesspool often.  Ted
usually showed up and a jerk off session always pursued.  We knew that he
and Jim had something going with each other but that was not entirely the
reason that when he was with us, we all just jerked off together.
Jerking with Ted was fun but for anything else, he wasn't my type or
Bob's.  At least that is what I thought before I read from that book last
night.  I knew that in real life wouldn't make a good "Big Bad Ryan" but
the little guy that got screwed in the story was very much like "The
Teddy Bear".  The more that I thought about it, the more I thought that I
might want to give it a try.

TO BE CONTINUED

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