Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2001 23:10:55 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 2 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

This is a continuation of "The Power". It may be hard to follow if
you have not read the previous installment. Judging from the comments
that I have received, many of you have and I thank you for your
responses. I appreciate them. Please keep them up.

                             THE POWER - PART 2
                           By GetRealGuy@aol.com

   It was Friday afternoon. My next period was study hall where my
attention usually diverted to eavesdropping rather than studying.
That time was no exception. Two of the gals, seated close to me, were
discussing Jim Richards. I knew him only by site. Apparently, one of
the girls heard that he was "hung like a horse". She was describing
the size to her friend by pointing the index fingers of each hand
upward while moving them further and further apart. They were too
busy giggling and snickering, as teenage girls do, to notice that I
was nearby taking it all in. Need I mention that my interest quickly
became peaked and so did the front of my pants? I had to see if she
was exaggerating. The only way that I could determine that was to see
it for myself. That wasn't going to be easy because he wasn't part of
our group. I had to think of a way. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of
it while he was at a urinal. It would be great if I could see it
hard, in it's full glory, but decided that was just hopeful thinking.
I wasn't sure just how I was going to accomplish it but I knew that I
wouldn't be satisfied until I did.

  My locker was in view of the boy's room door. For the next few
days, between classes, I watched for him to go into the restroom.
Numerous times I went in there myself hoping that I would find him at
a urinal, but to no avail. It was the following Tuesday, the last
class was about to start, and I was at my locker searching for my
history book in the junk that I had accumulated.

  "Hi Bro!"

   I recognized the voice as belonging to Bob so I didn't even turn
around to look. I went on searching knowing that if he had anything
important to say to me he would have continued to speak. After
finding my book, I turned toward him. Unfortunately, Bob, and who
ever he was with, were up the hall mixed in with the other students
hurrying to their classes. Their backs were turned so I couldn't
identify his companion until both of them turned their heads to look
back at me. To my surprise, the other person was no other than Jim. I
was unaware that Bob knew him that well. Because of the way they were
smiling when they looked back, it was obvious that I was the object
of their conversation. I couldn't afford to be concerned about it
then because I was concentrating on getting to my next class on time.
I had already been late twice that week and if I didn't make it
before that final bell, I would be in "deep due dew".

  History class seemed to last forever. Old lady Adams kept on and
on about Lincoln like she knew him personally. She may have. She was
old enough. Meanwhile, all I could think of was getting out of there
and getting to Bob to find out what was going on with him and Jim. I
wasn't jealous but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out
that they were up to something, either. Finally it was over and I
escaped from Mrs. Adams's torture chamber. I literally ran down the
hall, having two sideswipes and one head-on before I reached the door
which led outside to the bike rack. Bob parked his bike next to mine
and if I were fast enough, I would meet him there. Too late. He was
on his bike almost at the pathway to the park.

  He twisted his body around just long enough to yell, "See you at
home, Bro!" and speed off as fast as he could pedal.

  I figured he wanted to race as you had done many times before. He
had a head start so I had no time to waste. I bent down to undo the
combination lock from the rack. I pulled my bike from the rack and
pivoted it around on its back wheel to get it into position for a
quick takeoff. As I spun it around, the front wheel hit a figure
standing in its path.

  "Careful Stud, " he spoke out, grabbing the front tire with both
hands to stop the spin.

  Anyone standing there would have startled me but when I saw it was
Jim, I was so surprised that I temporarily lost my balance and had to
shift my weight to keep from falling.

  "You must be looking for Bob. He just took off." Jim just stood
there looking at me, not saying anything. I wasn't sure he understood
what I was saying. "I'm used to guys mistaken me for Bob." He still
didn't say anything, just looked into my eyes which made me kind of
nervous. I went on trying to explain it to him. "I'm ----- "

  "You're Bill. Or, should I call you 'Willie Whopper Wanker'?"

  That took me by surprise. "Where did you hear that?"

  "Oh, your brother, Boobie Big Bulge, told me," he was trying to
keep a straight face. Then he tilted his head and motioned for me to
follow him. "Come on Whopper Wanker, walk through the park with me. I
want to talk to you."

  "Ok, I go that way anyhow." He had an aura about him that had me
charmed already. We started toward the entrance of the park.

  Jim was older than Bob or me. He was in his Senior year. Right
away I could sense that he was a guy that had it all together. From
those first, very few seconds, It was obvious that he could take
command of most anything and not be over domineering. A great trait.
I liked him from the start. Of course the fact that he was as good
looking as hell, a body that wouldn't quit, and had a big dong had
nothing to do with it. Do you think if he asked me to drop to my
knees and suck him off, I would do it? In a split second. Right there
in front of everybody.

  "Bob told me to ask you about something. And, by the way, Boobie
named me 'Jim, the Gymnast'". He continued to talk as he walked beside
the bike as I pushed it along.

  "Yeah, I can see why he named you that. Because I saw you in the
gym once. You sure have a great body." Before he had a chance to
acknowledge my compliment, I added "Now what did Bob want you to ask
me?"

  "Oh, I am having a kind of get-together, not really a party, and
wanted to ask both of you guys to come." He paused and looked over at
me. "At my house, tomorrow night at about seven or so. Bob already
said that it was OK with him. There would be you two and about five
or six others. You know most of them. No girls or alcohol. Just a
bunch of us guys getting together."

  "Sounds great," I remarked with enthusiasm.

  "My Dad goes bowling every Wednesday night and doesn't come home
until after ten. He has a thing about no alcohol in the house." He
turned away but continued as if he were ashamed to say it while he
was looking at me. "Dad was really on the stuff. That is what broke
him and Mom up. He hasn't touched a drop for more than three years
now." He looked back into my face. "You see why I have to enforce his
rules? For him and my own sake?"

  "Hey, don't worry. I understand. No alcohol - I got it!"

  "We'll just sit around, shoot the bull, watch videos and play
poker if you want."

  "Strip Poker?" I said it just to be funny but he took it
seriously.

  "Hey, that's the idea. You can strip anytime, Strip Poker game or
not. When you see the videos, you will be in the mood. They are porno
videos and belong to Dad but he is broadminded and lets me use them
whenever I want. Now and then, he adds a new one to the collection. I
am sure that he knows that I use them to jerk-off with and show them
to other kids sometimes. I suspect that he uses them to get ideas for
new positions to try out. Horny bastard. He has a steady piece and I
bet he pours it to her at least once a week. Otherwise why would he
have them? Never seen him beat off watching them yet. I know he must.
The new one is outrageous, with studs with great big cocks pumping
teenage pussy. So hot in fact that last time a couple of the guys got
so worked up that they had to take it out and beat off during the
middle of a fuck scene."

  "Hey, sounds great. Sounds like something I might do".

  "Yeah, that is why we want you and Bob to come along. I heard that
you guys are uninhibited, if that's the word for it."

  We had come to a park bench. Our walking slowed and came to a
stop. After I wheeled my bike to the side of the bench, hit the
kickstand with my foot, and steadied the bike, I flopped down. Jim
was already on the bench and was noticeably adjusting the bulge that
was preventing him from crossing his legs comfortably. He left his
hand there covering that area while he rubbed his thumb over the
material.

  "Yeah, and I heard a few things about you too! I eavesdropped on a
couple of your female admirers in study hall. They heard the roomer
about you being 'hung like a horse'."

  "Figures! One of them must have been Phyllis Stoner. I can always
depend on her to spread the word. She is my next-door neighbor and
can see into my bedroom from her bedroom. I flash for her now and
then."

  "With a hard-on?"

  "More than that. Sometimes I lie on my bed, nude, and jack it off
for her to see. I Give her a real show. Of course I pretend that I
don't know anyone is watching." He paused and looked directly into my
face smiling. "But the truth is that I love to have someone watch."

  "Me two! Man, you are my kind of guy!"

  "Yeah, I know. Bob told me."

  "Good grief! What else did he tell you about me?"

  "Oh, not that much. Only that we are very much alike. And he told
me that you would enjoy seeing what I have here."

  Out of the corner of my eye I could see him squeeze himself. "He
has seen it then?"

  "Oh yeah, in the rest room. I whipped it up for him. He was
willing to look and I was willing to show."

  I noticed that he was rubbing his bulge again. Then he started to
trace a line, with his index finger, down toward his knee pressing
down the fabric of his pants as he went. He was drawing an outline of
what was hidden underneath. "Did you see his?" My excitement was
growing.

  "No, but I would sure like to. I heard it was big."

  "From what the girls were saying about yours, yours might be
bigger. I would sure like to see it."

  "If thing's go right, you'll get to." He started to get up. "At my
house, tomorrow, at seven."

  I grabbed his leg and pressed it down hard against the seat of the
bench so that he couldn't move. I didn't know if he was deliberately
teasing me or if he wanted more encouragement. In my excitement, I
moved my hand so that it was right on top of it and gave it a hard
squeeze.

  "No man, not here! We could get caught." He sighed, then took a
deep breath. "Who am I kidding? I'm hard as heck just talking about
it."

  "Go ahead and flash me then!" I knew he would.

  "No one around?" He said as he looked up the pathway and then
turned and looked in the other direction. "Why not? But you will have
to turn around and keep your eyes on the park entrance to make sure
that no one comes in." He added, "And don't turn around to look until
I tell you to. This is going to be a real quickie."

  I did as he had asked and looked up the path. The bench was out of
the way and in a part of the park that no one traveled. It wasn't a
direct route to anywhere. I felt his movement on the bench.

  "Ok, ready!"

  I immediately jerked my head toward his direction. My eyes went
directly to his lap. My heart jumped. It was huge. All I could say
was, "WOW!" He had pulled down both his under shorts and his pants to
his knees. His bare ass was pressing against the slats of the bench.
He moved to straighten up his back while raising his hips slightly.
This caused the top of his pole to climb even further up his stomach.
The mushroom head crawled past his belly button and settled there.
"Hung like a horse" was a fitting expression for what I was seeing.
The exception was that it wasn't hanging. It was sticking straight
up. The head was well supported by a very rigid, smooth, shaft. It
wasn't as thick as Bob's or mine but it was longer. No doubt about
it. His balls were extraordinary, both in size and shape. When he
noticed that I had shifted my position for a better view, he spread
his legs apart. When he did both of his huge balls dropped down to
the bottom of the hairless sack that was resting on the bench. I
expected to hear a "clunk, clunk". I bet that those two heavy balls
stretched that sack so that it hung down lower than his cock. When he
was soft, and was standing, that would be well over six inches. I
think it looks great when a guys ball sack hangs low and heavy. I
wanted to reach down and feel them and started to move my hand in
that direction. He looked at me as if he knew what I intended and
quickly lifted his butt enough to pull up his pants. As he stood up,
his rigid cock made a slapping sound when it sprang back and hit his
stomach. He snapped the top snap, zipped up, and reached down to his
crotch to position his hard-on so that he could walk. A funny thought
came to me. If he left it out, he could almost pole vault with it.

  "Got to go," he said as he turned around and gave me a wave. "See
you and your brother tomorrow night, around seven. I gave Boobie the
directions already. And ---," he paused to point to my lap, "Don't
forget to bring that along." Without another word, he turned and ran
down the path in the opposite direction that we had come.

  I made it home in record time. Bob was out in the garage busy
taking a wrench to the wheel nut on the rear wheel of his bicycle. I
snuck up on him and stooped down behind him before he sensed my
presents.

  "Put down that wrench now before you fuck everything up!"

  "Sure!" He jumped from his stoop to his feet. Then swung the
wrench playing like he was going to hit me in the head with it.

  "BUNK! --" Imitating a hollow sound. "Well --, you like him?"

  "Who?"

  "Who? You're not an owl. Jim, who else? Come on!"

  "Ooh -," acting as though I had to consider it. "I guess he is a
pretty cool guy," holding back the fact that I just got a tingle in
my crotch thinking of his big, long ---

  He finished out my thought. "Big, isn't it? And don't say that you
didn't see it!"

  I knew it was no use. He didn't have to use "The Power" to probe
my mind, the smile on my face revealed all. I changed the subject.
"He said that you agreed to go."

  "Not sure!" He stooped again and looked into the spokes of his
bicycle.

  "Give me that wrench." I grabbed the wrench out of his hand and
held it over his head. "You better go or your head will be bouncing
back and forth off these walls like a Ping-Pong ball." I paused, took
a breath, and shifted down to a more serious mood. "You're kidding
me, I hope! What do you mean - you are not sure?"

  "He wants to start a jerk-off club or something like that. He
figured that we could supply the expertise."

  "Well, we could. We ran a super one back in the days before high
school. Remember what we dreamed up to initiate new members?"

  "Outrageous! We were little perverts."

  "Yeah, and now that we are older, we are bigger perverts."

  "Those poor new members. As I recall, we started by poking fun at
each other."

  "Yeah, I would say; You have a tinny weenie, ha, ha."

  "I'd came back with, bigger than yours - ass hole! You said
something like - No, it isn't, fuck face!"

  He gave me a big smile. "That was the coolest!" Then he slapped me
on the back. "Ok, I will go. I hope that Jim's not going to be
disappointed when it doesn't work. Our club broke-up because everyone
out grew that and started paying more attention to girls instead of
each other."

  I agreed with him but I couldn't help but think how much fun it
was. Our initiation ceremony was nothing but a sham because Bob's was
so close to being the same size as mine that it was a tossup. After
seeing Bob, nude and hard for the first time, I remember thinking
that our dicks look more alike than our faces. The initiation was a
warm-up for the members, and we enjoyed doing it, so we played it to
the hilt with the fake jeers and insults. Finally one of us would
make the final challenge.

  Either Bob or I would say, "OK, I'll prove that mine is bigger.
Take yours out." Then we would stand apart and each of us would work
up a woody while the others looked on. Usually we had five or more
members present as spectators along with an unsuspecting new member,
attending his first meeting. After both of us were good and hard, we
would step as close to each other as we could without blocking the
view. Then we would attempt to press our rods together in a straight
up position. A few selected phrases would be exchanged between us
with both of us claiming victory as to size. Now it was time to
spring the trap on the sucker being initiated. Being Careful to keep
our hands away so that our dicks were unsupported and thrashing
around mercifully, we would ask the newcomer to come over and
measure. Sometimes we would have to coach the victim to hold them
together. It always took both his hands. There would be some
conversation to accompany the act but when both hands were tightly
around our shafts, boy that felt good, we would start fucking the
tight tunnel formed by the two hands. All of the regular club members
had seen the act before but looked on with renewed interest while
anticipating how the newcomer was going to react. They also looked
forward to this point in our performance, knowing that it was their
cue to join in as part of the act by all starting to jerk off at the
same time. The guy being initiated would realize that he had been
taken. If he was a good sport, he would just beat off with the rest
of us. If not, he would not be accepted as a member of our club and
there was no way that he would say anything about this to anyone.
After all, he is the one that was holding our sex organs.

  Then there was the time when we were initiating a new member, not
realizing that he wasn't an amateur. When called upon to hold our two
cocks together, he lined up our dick heads retracted my foreskin and
pulled Bob's forward covering my helmet. Then he pulled my skin
forward enough to touch Bob's foreskin. With expert hands, he held
the foreskins together where they met and alternately slid Bob's
foreskin over my dick head and then the head of Bob's cock into mine.
When it was reversed and I was inside of Bob, the feeling of the
warmth and smoothness was sensational. With both hands clasped around
our cocks, he worked our foreskins back and forth while Bob and I
pressed harder toward each other trying to get into each other
deeper. One of us, or both of us, produced enough precum so that the
foreskins moved effortlessly back and forth over the helmets inside
as our helper slowly pumped away. The rest of the members moved in
closer to watch. Then it happened. The guy holding our dicks yelled
as he felt the explosions taking place under his hands and in the
confinement of the foreskins. I am sure that if Bob wasn't coming at
the same time, I would have shot right up his piss hole. A couple of
the members actually took their hands off their cocks long enough to
applaud us. We immediately changed our act to include this guy. What
we didn't know at the time, but found out moments later when he
dropped his pants and showed his hard on, that he was uncut also.
From the looks of the precum or cum, dripping from his uncut cock, he
enjoyed his part in our act as much as we did. He was delighted when
he found out that he was the first to introduce us to what he called
docking. What a far out guy! I was the one that named him, "Marvin,
the Marvelous" because he was the one that led Bob and I into the
next stage of our development. Stage three, which meant the we
started masturbating each other. Since we both were uncut, we
couldn't have been better suited for the act of docking. Therefore,
we included that in our masturbatory sessions also. That Wednesday
morning we both had morning wood. Immediately, we both thought about
the new source of pleasure that we had learned. At the time we were
in the bathroom, the door was locked, so we docked or pleasure
crafts. It almost made us late for school but it was worth it. "Wow,"
I said to Bob, "we are going to use our joy sticks for this game more
often. On our way to school, I reminded Bob that he had agreed to go
over to Jim's.

  Jim's house was in walking distance but we rode over on our bikes
anyhow. As soon as I met the guys that he had invited I knew that
Jim's attempt to start a jerk-off club was going to be a failure. If
most of the guys were pre High-School age, it would have work but
they weren't. He planned to hold back showing the videotape until
most of the guys were nude. The strip poker game was doing what it
was intended to do. All the players were in different stages of
undress. One of the guys was loosing heavily and was down to nothing
but his under-shorts. When he lost the hand that obligated him to
remove them, he finked out and dropped out of the game. I wasn't sure
if I wanted to continue either. If I got down to the buff, I was
bound to show a hard-on. Probably Jim would too under the same
circumstances. I wondered how many in the group would appreciate
that. I was glad that I didn't have to be the fink. There were at
least three in the group that Jim had misjudged. It's probable that
all three were homophobic. He must have realized that because he
jumped up and put on the videotape. That ended the game.

  I was looking forward to seeing the porno video because it would
be my first. I had a gay porno magazine that I hid way back in the
closet where no one would ever look but I had never seen a porno
video of any kind. I would have given my left nut, not really - just
an expression, if he was going to show a gay one. Wishful thinking,
that would have been completely out of the question at this
gathering. It turned out a straight one but I wasn't at all
disappointed.

  When the video started, several guys that appeared on the screen
within the first few minutes, were hung to my satisfaction. I picked
out my favorite guy, or should I say cock? When I saw a female going
down on him, I felt my penned up monster pushing at my zipper. It
wanted out to take a peak too. It was a hot scene even though she
didn't know how to give good head. Not only were her strokes way too
short but she didn't know how to use her tongue either. He was acting
like he enjoyed it, but I knew darn well that I could do better. The
camera moved in for a closer shot. I let my imagination run wild by
imagining that I was there and moved in with the camera. Taking over
for her, I started with about the same length strokes that she was
using but steadily increased the downward plunges going deeper each
time. I wanted to show him what he was missing. I placed one hand on
his pubic hairs, pressing them flat, and placed my other hand under
his sack with his balls resting in my palm. I had the middle finger
of that hand extended so I could stroke the sensitive place just
behind his ball sack. With each downward stroke that I took I could
feel his balls lift. Finally they were up close to the base of his
cock. I knew it was time. I took a quick lick, rolling my tongue
around the smooth skin of his cap. Then, I lifted his balls, pressed
hard at the base with the other hand, while I swallowed all eight
inches. While I had him deep in my throat, with my chin nested in his
balls, I looked up into his face to see if he was enjoying it. The
face that I saw was Bob's. Then I felt him doing the penis exercises.
It was no longer the guy on the TV screen. It was definitely Bob.

 I opened my eyes and peered across the room trying to find Bob in
the semi darkness. I didn't see him so I closed my eyes again to
continue what I was doing. I was increasing the speed and going for
the climax. I would have been successful but I felt a hand on my
shoulder, shaking me. I opened my eyes. Bob was there, looking into
my face.

  "Man, you got "The Power" working overtime tonight, did you know
that?" His voice sounded stern.

  "I just realized it. I didn't do it intentionally. It just
happened."

  "Oh, that is OK. It's only that you were moaning an everyone was
hearing it. I thought that I better come over to see if everything
was cool."

  "Hey, it was great as far as it went, thanks to 'The Power'."

  "Glad that you are enjoying yourself but why are you over here
alone."

  "Had no choice. I went to the can and while I was gone, a late
arrival took my seat."

  "Hey! Hate to mention it, but it is getting late. Curfew you
know."

  "Yeah, I know. Give me the signal when you are ready to leave."

  "Oh, got something for you. Been talking to Jim over there. He
thinks that you are lonesome. Wants to come over and sit with you."
He must have thought that he was joking around when he added, "I
think that he has the hots for you."

  "Fuck man, get out of here!" I gave him a punch on his shoulder
and faked a laugh to make him think that I was taking it as a joke
when all the time I was hoping that it was true.

  "I'm going back and see the rest of the video. Hot man! Never seen
anything like this. That stud must be about to go off. No one can
fuck that long without shooting."

  Bob went back to his seat quickly, ducking down so that he
wouldn't block anyone's view. When he got to Jim, he bent down and
whispered into his ear. Jim looked over at me and smiled while Bob
continued to whisper. Then Jim stood up and started toward me. I
moved over to make room for him on the roomy, overstuffed chair that
I was in. It was a tight squeeze but he managed to slide in next to
me.

  "Bob filling you in on something I should know?"

  "Oh, he just was telling me that the blow-job scene really turned
you on."

  "Yeah, guess it did."

  He looked down at the bulge in my pants and adjusted his at the
same time. "I can see that it effected you the same way it did me. I
have seen that tape many times and I get a boner every time I see
that gal go down on him. A married friend of mine told me that he
likes to be sucked off by his wife better than fucking her. It would
be nice to be married to a woman that gives good head. Most women
aren't that good at it, I hear."

  "I've heard the same thing. That one we just saw on the screen
looked like she needed more practice." I had to stop myself there. I
almost said that I could do better.

  "I can't be a judge. I never had a blowjob. I've had my share of
pussy but I never could get my date to go down on me. Maybe the size
scares them or something. I did get an offer from a gay guy once but
didn't take him up on it."

  "How come?"

  "Not sure. Maybe it was the wrong guy or wrong place. I had
nothing against it. I don't have a hang-up about letting another guy
do me. I have heard that they give better head than females. Being
male, they know more about what feels good to a guy."

  "I know what you mean."

  "You know, when two guys get together and one blows the other one,
they don't have to be gay. I've heard of cases where neither of the
guys was gay. They were just being guys and doing guy things. Do you
believe that." He looked at me searching for my reaction. Then after
a pause; and a hard swallow, he added, "I'd go for it."

  "Yeah, I kinda feel that way about it too." All the time I was
thinking to myself, "I got the ball in my hands, should I run with
it, head for the 'Goal Post', and score or toss the ball back to
him?"

  What happened next couldn't have happened at a more inopportune
moment. Trying to be funny, one of the guys stood up waving an empty
class in his hand.

  "Jim Boy! When that stud on the video shot, it got in my coke. Can
you get me another?"

  Someone from the other side of the room, trying to be funny,
screamed, "Don't pour it out, give it to me."

  It was supposed to be an imitation of a gay person. It went over
like a "lead balloon". Some of the guys didn't even catch on.

  Unseen by the others, Jim moved his hand over to my crouch, took
an obvious feel, and used my hard spot as a push off to get into
standing position. He was only gone for a few moments. When he was
settled back in his seat next to me, I was first to speak. I leaned
closer and spoke in a whisper.

  "Where are those two guys that you said took it out and beat it."

  He stretched his neck and looked around. "Ralph couldn't make it
tonight and Ted, you know him."

  "Ted, the Teddy Bear?" I said.

  "Yeah, he is cute isn't he? If you look over there," nodding his
head in a direction to our left, "he is stroking it right now,
through a hole in his pocket. Guess he didn't want to be the only one
to show it. Stick around. It might be fun to see what he is going to
do with that hand full of cum after he shoots."

  He slapped my leg, as a friendly gesture, when he got back up. Two
of the guys that didn't come in together were leaving together. Maybe
Jim's get-together was responsible for that get-together. Jim was
being a good host by seeing them out. I looked over at Bob. He sent
me the signal that he wanted to leave. Jim saw us both standing so he
rushed over to apologize for the boring evening. I shook his
outstretched hand and held on it as long as I could without Bob
noticing it. My purpose was to let him know that the evening wasn't
boring at all, to the contrary; and wanted him to know that I would
be more than happy to be the first to "rocket him to the moon."

TO BE CONTINUED