Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 17:51:34 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 20 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                       The Power - Part 20
                      By GetRealGuy@aol.com


You're doing fine," the voice echoed, "we appreciate you volunteering to
undress and stand up there in front of us." The voice was coming from
down in the first row at assembly in the school auditorium. It was easy
to identify it as belonging to Mr. King, our high school principal. It
seemed like I was up on the edge of the stage, just above him.

"Now," he said, his demeanor changing to that of a casting director,
"please turn your whole body to your right and look straight ahead.... Ah
yes," he said, sounding mildly excited. At that instant there was a mass
outbreak of oohs and ahhs emanating from the audience. "Ah, yes! That's
what the students wanted to see, a profile view of your body with your
penis fully erect... Nice!" Then, raising his voice loudly, "What do you
think, students!" There was an immediate response of cheers and applause.
"And I might add," he continued, lowering his voice slightly and
directing his comment mostly to me and those near him, "certain members
of the faculty appreciate the view too, including myself. Yes," he
muttered, directing the rest of his comment only to me, "I would like to
have some of that big delicious looking dick of yours!" Suddenly he was
beneath me, reaching up and grabbing my ankle in an attempt to pull me
off my feet and down to him.

"Wake up.... Get up!" a different voice shouted.

My eyes shot open to the blinding glare of our fully lighted bedroom. I
felt myself in the clutches of some kind of a weird creature that was
squeezing me to death in preparation to devour me. Hoping that I was
still dreaming, I closed my eyes and partly opened them again enough to
peer through the slits. I saw nothing in front of me but the blurry red
glow of the number display on the clock radio. As my eyes focused and the
rest of me started to come alive, I felt a familiar warmth gradually
flooding my body. It was Bob hugging me and kissing the back of my neck
but, no way... was he that awful creature. As my thoughts became more
organized, I relaxed and tried to snuggle my backside closer to him.

"Monday!" he cooed, while squeezing me softly and giving me a peck on my
ear. "It's Monday, a school day." Realizing that the sweet-talk wasn't
working, he shook my shoulder violently.

"It's not morning yet," I grumbled, as I raised my head enough to look at
the clock. "Five-thirty... Fuck! Get back in your own bed and go to
sleep." I buried my head in my pillow and spoke again. "You sleepwalking
again?" I was shitting on him about the time he was sleepwalking, mistook
the hallway wall for the bathroom bowl, and took a piss.

"I am in my bed!" he snapped back. "You're the one in the wrong bed!" He
was trying not to show he was getting pissed, "and if you haven't
noticed, I'm dressed, been up, and started coffee."

"Man, whazz up?" I said slowly, trying to form the words.

"Oh... I thought you would like to drive us to school early this bright
sunny morning so that we could stop at Norm's, have breakfast, and show
off 'Billy Junior' to the gang," he said with far too much enthusiasm for
me to comprehend so early.

I first realized that I was up and about when I discovered that I was
sitting at the kitchen table and Bob had poured my coffee. As I lifted my
cup to take a sip to see if I had added the sugar and cream, Mom ambled
in. Without looking at either of us, she headed straight for the cabinet
and after taking down a cup, she turned toward us.

"There is only one thing that would get you guys out of a warm bed this
early..."

"Right! The car," Bob said, enthusiastically, "we were thinking of
driving down to Norm's early and have breakfast."

"The car! Now how could I ever have guessed that?" She smiled and looked
over at us, "Especially since you were out half the night dragging the
main in that car," she said bluntly, but adding slyly, "I was once your
age, believe it or not, and... well... just don't stay out too late on
school nights -- save it for weekends."

"Yeah, Mom...." I was trying to think up a sly remark but she hadn't
finished.

"And, you guys, be careful about the speed. The rumor is out that the new
cop is trying to earn his pay in ticket fines," she said as she looked at
Bob sternly -- accidentally she chose the right one. "You get ticket, you
pay ticket! Keep that in mind," she continued, sounding like a bitchy
female Traffic Court Judge.

Bob looked at me with a hint of a smile. It was as if he was thinking,
"she knows which of us would most likely be speeding."

"Enough said," She asserted, as she looked down into her cup as if she
was checking to see how much was left. "As soon as I finish this, I'm
going back to bed to cuddle up to your dad for about and hour.... He's
most passionate early in the morning."

"Mom!" Bob snickered, "you're too much!"

I wasn't surprised with what she said because she was always
straightforward with us. The thought of how many of the kids at school
were from broken homes made us proud that we had parents that were still
together, in love, and doing it with each other.

When we were born, Dad wanted a boy. In the bargain, he got two at the
same time. Biologically, we were both male. Bob is six minutes older than
me and by a quirk of nature we could have been born fraternal instead of
identical. Even weirder, Bob could have been born my sister -- I'm sure
glad that didn't happen. Mom still wanted a girl but maybe having me
partly fulfilled that wish. The time Dad caught us in bed together he
gave us that dreaded sex talk. Somewhere in the conversation, between
emms and ahhs, he casually mentioned they were trying for a baby girl. No
surprise to us -- the walls were paper-thin and we heard Dad working at
just that, almost every night. No doubt, Bob and I inherited our lust for
sex and big cocks from him -- thanks Dad. But, what really grabbed us by
the balls was, in order to put us more at ease after he caught us, he
confessed that when he was our age he was in love with Tom, his buddy. He
used the word love -- what did that mean? Was it male bonding or did it
mean more than that. Under the circumstances, catching us in bed
together, that's what motivated the talk, we took it as meaning that
maybe they were lovers -- could that be?

Bob has been known to speak out, without reservation, to what he's got on
his mind. I wish he had come out with it then because we were both
thinking the same thing, did Dad have sex with Tom, his younger bud. It
left both of us wondering. Whatever the true relationship between the two
had been, I was more anxious to find out than Bob. Was it possible that
my own Dad was gay? On the other hand, maybe he's bisexual. Or maybe he
is really not our... no, that can't be! We have his good looks and his
big pecker... I seemed to be obsessed with that.

To me, Dad was the sexiest, mature, male on earth. When alone, I
masturbated while looking at pictures in magazines of mature nude men. I
actually covered the face in the picture and fantasized it was my own
father. My fantasies were boosted when once, after a fishing trip, we
were all headed for the pisser at the same time. I was old enough to
shoot my wad and I almost did when I saw Dad's cock for the first time.
Bob had to drag me away to keep me from dropping down on my knees; my
mouth was all ready open -- not in readiness like Bob thought, but in
amazement. I think it was then when I became even more enamored in "the
mature male" with "the size that counts", Dad had it. Then, along came
Tony, "The boloney". First, it was me he sucked off in the school boy's
room and then, thinking it was me again, he got Bob. Shortly after that
we had a threesome. I fell hard for Tony -- and I got rock-hard whenever
I thought of him. I wanted a real man and he made a perfect substitute
for Dad... and a willing one. The time that I was down at the theater
painting scenery for our school musical, Bob witnessed something strange
when Tony met Dad for the first time. When I indirectly confronted Tony,
he assured me that even though he had accidentally cruised Dad one night
in the school restroom at a PTA meeting, nothing sexual took place.

"Bill! You in there?" I said whats you think."

"'Bout what?" I groaned, coming out of my trip.

"Hello! I wanted to know whats you think about whats you think about
Rayburn."

"Yeah, what about him?" I said, becoming alert.

"Where you been? You going to let him gobble your goober or what?" Bob
said impatiently.

"Why?" I shot back, "You finking out or something?"

"No, but I have a feeling that you are," he retorted.

"He's a creep," I said looking straight ahead. That was my first
experience, dropping my load through a hole in a wall in a men's room. At
the time, it was a way to get my rocks off but I would much rather enjoy
a man's body sexually, and Rayburn wouldn't be my choice. I didn't
mention this to Bob -- I gave him another excuse. "After he brought up my
load, he drained me dry," I said, turning to Bob. "You know how you flop
when it's over. He wouldn't let go and stop sucking. I expected a sound
like sucking through a straw when you get to the bottom of a Coke."

"Got yah! Slurp!" He suddenly became distracted as he glanced at the gas
gage. "Talking about sucking, a gas pump is like a big tit to this baby.
We need some moola so it can nurse. I'm going to go for it and let old
man Rayburn do his thing using my cock. You got Tony for your outside
extra curricular activities but now that Jill is gone.... What the fuck,
who am I kidding? I wasn't getting any nookie anyhow! I'm gonna go for
it!"

"Poor baby! I'll let you be the whore this time. I'll become your pimp
and round up some business for you, someone with a nice tight ass hole
like mine. And hey, keep in mind that mine is always available if no one
else is in there," I said as we pulled into the parking lot at Norm's.

Bob spoke up, leaning forward and pointing. "There's a parking spot over
there!"

"Yeah," I responded, "and look who's just crossing the lot -- it's Jim,
"The Gymnast" -- haven't seen him around."

"He graduates this week you know," Bob stated. "Give him the horn."

"Yeah," I added, "and so does Peg... and a few of our other friends. Oh
yeah, and also your ex, Jill."

Jim recognized us and started toward us as we pulled into a space. As
soon as the car came to a stop, Bob reached down for the ignition key and
gunned the motor a few times for Jim's benefit. The keys jingled when he
gave them a quick turn to end the demonstration. I leaned out my side
window and watched as he pretended to pat and wipe the surface of the
car. He took one long swipe, not actually touching, from the rear all the
way to just below my window.

"Don't get it dirty," I complained while smiling.

"Hey man!" he said exuberantly, as he reached up to meet my hand in a
high-five. After the initial slap, he reached up with his other hand and
held my wrist tightly while he rubbed his palm to mine. "Let me wipe some
of that dirt off." After that, he continued to grasp my wrist while he
gently tickled that very sensitive center of my palm with the forefinger
of his free hand. "When are you going to let me suck that big dick of
yours?" He intentionally whispered loud enough for Bob to hear.

"Hey, anytime, as long as you don't try to stick that telephone pole of
yours up my tight little hole," I retorted.

Bob was taking it all in as he stretched across and held his palm face up
to receive a slap from Jim. When Jim saw that he couldn't reach, he
grabbed for the door handle. As the door opened, I reached down and
scooted my seat forward to make room for him to climb in back.

"Lean all the way back and release the back," Jim said as he slid behind
the back of my seat. "The back of your seat can go all the way down and
make into a bed. We can fuck."

"Forget it!" Bob yapped, "I don't want cum all over the seats, not unless
it's mine." He worked his hand, palm up, between the bucket seats. Jim
gave it a hard smack.

"How many times did you have to fuck the Rayburn glory hole to land this
one," Jim asked sarcastically, as he looked around at the interior of the
car.

Bob spoke up quickly. "Me twice, Bill once -- a hundred off the price
each time. If your math is bad, that's a whopping grand total of three
hundred." Then he added quickly, "actually, Dad shelled out the rest for
our Birthday."

"Luck-ee! I can thank Rayburn's glory hole for part of my down payment
too. I was the one that put Bob on to it," Jim said as he poked the back
of my seat to let me know his comment was directed to me.

"Cool," I said, turning my body to look toward him, "but he pulled a
sneaky to get us back. He liked our dicks so much that he wants us back
this afternoon to get the spare tire."

"Figures!" Jim snarled, "he pulled something similar on me. I went back
four times and I might have to go back again. I'm kind of short this
month so I may have to stick mine through that hole to come up with
enough moola to make my car payment."

"We're in that boat too. We're not working and we have to feed this baby
gas," Bob said.

"I'll tell yah... if he's not paying off as a discount on one of his
cars, you can only expect him to shell out a ten or twenty at the most,"
Jim informed us. "And that's if you don't hit him up too often."

"Yeah," Bob grumbled, "I figured that."

"Hey, I hate to change the subject but it's getting late. Let's go in for
something to eat," I bellowed out to cover the growling sound coming from
my stomach.

"Hold it!" Jim shouted, holding up his hand like a traffic cop, "if you
guys can survive with just coffee, I'll go in and get some to go." He
moved to get out of the car, "It's on me. It's too busy in there anyhow
and by the time you get served with the works, you'll be late for
school." He punched Bob on the shoulder and gave him a wink. "I'll use my
charm on a certain ugly waitress that we know to get quick service.
She'll throw in some day-old donuts too." After he squirmed his way out,
he poked his head down to window level, "both take 'cum' and sugar?"

Bob nodded and I followed with a slight smile to indicate that we knew he
was joshing and meant cream.

"Be back in a flash!" Then he was gone, on his way to that familiar glass
door entrance to Norm's.

Bob spoke up as soon as Jim was out of hearing range. "I was kind of set
for their breakfast special but since he's paying for it -- what the
hell."

"By me!" I said as I watched Jim sprint the last few steps and disappear
inside Norm's. After a moment, I turned to Bob and let go with the first
thing that popped into my head. "Hope we can park on the school lot. You
better go to the office to get a pass for Billy Junior."

"Not to worry," Bob remarked, "there's plenty of room on the lot. I'll
park and then go to the office to see about a pass, or did you want to
go?"

"Notta! Might have to go into old man King's office."

"I don't think the principal has to sign the pass," Bob stated. "The
secretary just puts your name down and gives you a sticker for the
windshield."

"You go! This morning, when you were trying to wake me, I was dreaming
that he was about to rape me. The whole thing was weird... weird!"

"Know what you mean. He is weird. Everyone knows he's gay."

"The lisp should have clued me but I didn't know until Peg... here comes
Jim."

Jim approached with the coffee in a flat cardboard box being used as a
tray. He had a box, I assumed to be donuts, tucked under his arm. Before
getting in, he passed the makeshift tray through the window to me. He
struggled to keep the box tucked under his arm as he opened the door.

"Scoot forward so I can get in," he said as he slid in behind my seat.
After I passed out the coffee, Jim handed me the carton of donuts, one
missing. I took one, and passed the rest to Bob.

"Graduation! Thursday night!" Jim said, his words were garbled by the
loud sip he took from his cup. "You guys aren't supposed to know but,
today is Senior Skip Day, a holiday for us Seniors. When the first bell
rings this morning and the entire Senior Class doesn't show, act
surprised like the rest ^Ö nobody is supposed to know, including the
faculty. It's supposed to be a surprise but the word gets out every
year." He took another sip.

"Yeah, a lot going down this week," Bob said as he washed down the first
bite of donut, "big assembly, first thing this morning, with the plans
for next year."

"Yeah, and the school musical opens on Friday and runs over the weekend,"
I added.

"Hear that you did a great job on the scenery, you and Peg," Jim said,
addressing me.

"Yeah, and Bob is going to be the "light pointer", at the spotlight.
Before I forget, if you were planning on going to see it, because of my
work on the scenery, I'm entitled to guest tickets. I'll cup an extra one
for you."

"Sure! That'll be spiffy!" Jim said, enthusiastically. "Thanks, I'll meet
you in front before the show."

"Done! A few minutes before eight, Friday! Don't be late!" I said.

"Hey, talking about late. That's us, unless we 'break camp' now," Bob
said impatiently.

Jim was quick to respond and moved to get out. Bob started the motor as
soon as the door was closed. Jim looked back and gave us a quick wave as
he walked slowly across the parking lot back to his car. I had the
impression that he felt very much alone and lonely at that moment.

I had a special feeling for Jim. He was like an Adonis to me. We called
him Jim, the gymnast, because that was his thing -- working out in the
gym -- not building big muscles by lifting weight. He was into running,
swimming, and the stuff that gave him that gorgeous body. A great body
wasn't his only asset; he was "hung like a horse". I over heard a couple
of gals in study hall describe it just that way. I had to see for myself,
and I did. The first time I met him, face to face, was after school at
the bike rack. After getting acquainted, we walked through the park and
there on a park bench, he flashed me. Why he picked me, I'll never know.
Through me, he invited us to one of his attempts to organize a jerk-off
party. Even with the porno video, the party was a flop as far as sex
goes. Unfortunately, the only hard dick to be seen at that party was on
the boob-tube. In spite, I was glad I attended because Jim signaled me
out for some reason. I got the feeling that we would be doing things
together soon, and I was right. About a week later, it wasn't just the
two of us in his car way out in the boon docks -- it was him, Mary Ann,
Bob and myself. The occasion, my first piece of ass. There was a lot of
sex going on but the main attraction was me having sex with a female,
Mary Ann. The whole thing was a set-up. Bob and Jim were both in on it
and the purpose, in Bob's mind, was to expose me to straight sex. Well, I
got exposed all right and furthermore it may have even swayed my
preference a little more than it was, toward sex with men. Jim is a cool
guy," Bob remarked as we approached the front of the school building. He
was thinking about Jim too -- uncanny how we think about the same things
but we should be use to "The Power" by now. "I'll park and meet you in
the car after school. Remember, we have to go to Rayburn's for the spare
so don't be late, and I," he added quickly, "have to let that grubby old
man suck my big, fat, hard cock."

"Poor baby!" I cooed, sarcastically.

When we were almost up to the front steps, I shouted, "let me out here,
before you park!" Bob hit the breaks and the car skidded to a stop in the
unloading zone. I turned to Bob as I opened the door, "Don't forget,
assembly, first thing. Want me to save you a seat?"

"Nah! I'll take my time going to the office to get the pass. That way, I
can sit in back," he shouted as I was getting out.

My foot hardly hit the pavement when I heard 'Billy Junior's' tires
squeal behind me. Bob had a new toy to try to pull a wheelie on instead
of his bike. As I lifted my head and looked toward the school steps, I
knew why. There were two 'twills', tee-heeing to show Bob that they were
impressed. Both took an unexpressive glance at me as I passed by them on
my way to the door. The quick glance that I took caused me to pickup my
pace. 'Hugly', both of them -- and not just because they were female. Bob
was just practicing. For sure, he could do much better than that. I
reminded myself that I would have to climb him about pulling that stuff,
especially on school grounds, not to mention almost on the front school
steps for the principal to take notes from his window.

After I entered the building, I wasn't enthusiastic about getting to the
auditorium. After all, it was Monday and back to school. That's bad
enough without special assemblies. It's like the faculty works over the
weekend to dream up the tortures to be inflicted on the students during
the coming week -- worse, in this case, plans for next year. Another
thing that bugged me is that you couldn't sit just anywhere. The Gestapo
was on duty to direct us to seats up front so we wouldn't miss anything.
Usually the late guys lucked out by being able to sit in back but it
didn't happen that time. Some of the students, like Bob and me, were told
by Seniors that today was skip day, but others, including the faculty,
were all a dither when it was noticed that all the Senior's were missing.
Since the theme of the assembly was about the plans for next year and the
Seniors wouldn't be around, the day picked for Skip Day couldn't have
been better. Maybe it was planned but a little more planning should have
gone into the assembly itself. It was supposed to last forty-five minutes
so that we could spend fifteen minutes before going on to our classes. If
it wasn't for the Glee Club opening with a patriotic songfest and a
preview of a few numbers from the school musical we may have made it but,
as it turned out, we were directed to go to our scheduled classes
instead.

The rest of the day went as usual. Peg and I ate outside in the patio
area and Bob spent the lunch break showing off 'Billy Junior', although
I'm sure that he left the car unnamed to the gang -- they might take it
the wrong way, or should I say, the right way. The afternoon classes
dragged more than usual. Finally, the final bell and I split for the
parking lot. Out of the three or four dozen cars, "Billy Junior" was easy
to spot. As I approached, I spotted the scrawny parking permit stuck on
the inside of the windshield. Well, I thought, Bob must have put it there
-- that's out of the way. I didn't quite understand why permits were
needed. As far as I knew, no one had ever been refused one. Maybe it was
to prevent outsiders from using the lot.

"Bug out, man!" Bob yelled as he slid into the passenger seat and handed
me the keys. "We will have to see if Rayburn can make us another set."

"Yeah!" I said, as I took the keys and started the motor, "ask him while
he is sucking you off through the glory hole."

"Then, you are not going to go for it?" Bob asked again.

"Nah, I can do without, the guy gives me the creeps."

"Well then, leave it to me. I will sacrifice my bod for the cause," Bob
said, pretending to sound sorry for himself."

"Oh yeah! getting your rocks off causes you extreme mental distress --
expect me to swallow that?"

"If it was a load of cum, you wouldn't hesitate. And, while we are on the
subject of who's the Biggest whore, I know you won't waste any time
moving in on Al, if he's working today."

"Maybe so. You know me as well as I do. Now tell me, who the hell is Al?"
I asked bluntly, as I backed out of our parking space.

"He's the day mechanic at Rayburn's garage. Jim gave me the scoop on
him."

"Rayburn's garage?" I inquired.

"Hello! John's, John's Gas Station, next to the car lot -- it belongs to
Rayburn. John Rayburn! Get it?"

"Got yah! didn't know his first name. I should have guessed, the way he
makes that men's rest room his home. And this mechanic, Al, does he place
his mouth over that glory hole like Rayburn, or what?"

"Wish he did. He's a super stud. You'll recognize him. At Jim's party he
was that good looking guy that kept to himself, hidden in that big chair
in the corner."

"Yeah, I remember seeing him. He was one of those that I thought might be
at the wrong party."

"Yeah, the rest of the gang was high school age, he's in his early
twenties, I guess. Jim has the hots for him but too chicken to try
anything."

"Jim... Chicken?" I laughed. "Never happened. To him, chicken means a kid
under twelve and he shouldn't be sucking his little wee-wee."

"Oh, Jim isn't that bad," Bob said, as he punched me on the arm. Suddenly
he became alert and he looked straight ahead. "Hey, pull over here," he
commanded.

It was the driveway to the station. I pulled a sharp right and bumped
over the cement gutter on the way in. There was a car at the pumps so Bob
directed me to the side of the building by pointing the way. By the time
we got out of the car, Al was taking money from the dude at the pumps. He
looked over at us and gave us a wave, kind of like he was wiping a
windshield.

"I'll be right back," he shouted as he streaked past us on his way inside
to make change for the customer.

After returning to the pumps and counting out the change, he approached
us smiling. "Hi, you guys!" he said enthusiastically as he gave each of
us a hard high-five. "I remember seeing you guys at Jim's party -- didn't
get a chance to speak to either of you. The only reason that I went was
for some action -- instead, everyone just sat around gawking at each
other."

"Yeah, a bummer... for sure," Bob said, smiling back.

There was a moment of awkward silence as Al gazed first into Bob's face,
and then mine. "By God, you guys do look alike, and so do your cocks.
I've seen both, still not sure I could tell them apart," he said. He
deliberately paused to wait for our response. When he saw that we were
speechless, he laughed loudly. We looked at each other as if to say,
"where is he going with this?" Then, in unison, we turned and gazed at
him, impatiently waiting for an explanation.

"Later man!" he chuckled. It was as if he was reading our minds. "You'll
see! First, have to set it up." He continued to smile as he reached down
and grabbed his crotch. It was probably done subconsciously but whatever
he was thinking was making him horny. "Just now," he went on, "when I was
making change, I called Jay on the intercom -- he was over at the lot. He
said that if anyone wanted to take a piss, he would rush over and be
waiting -- you know where."

Bob looked at me -- I gave him a nod. Bob already volunteered to be the
sacrificial lamb ^Ö- what a joke! He smiled at me and gave Al a nervous
grin. Without saying a word, he turned, looked directly ahead at the sign
that pointed to the restrooms, and stepped smartly in that direction.

"Come with me," Al said, as he motioned for me to follow. "You're gonna
blow your wad when you see your brother get sucked off," he whispered,
sounding excited.

Not knowing what to expect, I followed him through the front part of the
station and into the garage in back. The place seemed much larger than it
looked from outside. The walls were lined with shelves where there were
both boxed and loose replacement parts for automobiles. There was a car
on the rack but I couldn't tell what kind it was from underneath.
Noticeably, the air was permeated with the smell of grease -- Bob would
have loved it. To tell the truth, I wasn't interested in the
surroundings; my interest was focused on this beautiful body straight
ahead of me. Al appeared to be in his early twenties and his body was
what I wanted mine to look like in a few years -- dreaming! He was about
my height and maybe a few pounds heavier than me but that extra weight
was all in muscle. The way he moved ahead of me was exciting. His
overalls were so big that, with each step he took, the shoulder straps
were working hard to keep him from stepping out of them. Foremost in my
mind at the time, was what it would be like to be pressed against him
inside those oversized overalls -- there was enough room in there for
both of us. He wasn't wearing a shirt so my eyes were drawn to his
smooth, tan, bare skin. I followed behind as close as I could to see if
his upper body was the only part of him that was bare. As I peered down
the back of those loose overalls, I could see more than enough to confirm
that he was buck-naked underneath!

"Over here," he said as he reached toward a tire leaning against the only
bare spot along the wall. "This is your spare." He rolled it to one side.
"And this," he said, pointing downward, "is a peephole precisely drilled
by me. If you haven't guessed, the view is into the men's room on the
other side of this wall." He smiled at me and immediately yanked, what
appeared to be an air mattress, from the shelf above our heads and
through it down below the hole. "Here, kneel down on this and take a
peek."

I got down on my knees and put my eye to the hole. "Cool, but I don't see
anything yet."

He bent down close to me; I panted, like an animal in heat, as I felt him
breathing on my neck. "Keep looking. Old man Rayburn is taking off his
clothes about now. Getting undressed and sticking a dildo up his ass
while he sucks off a guy gives him an extra thrill, horny old bastard.
Can you see the glory hole?" he asked softly.

"Yeah!" I gasped. "Perfect view! I can see through it and see Bob's cock
on the other side. He's just sticking it through now."

"Here," Al said excitedly as he nudged his cheek against mine, "let me
peek."

I tilted my head aside slightly to allow him to look. I got a little
tingle of a thrill being close to him, I kept my ground.

"You should have made this hole bigger so we could both watch," I
whispered as I pressed my cheek hard against his, hogging the hole. He
must have liked it too because he deliberately rubbed his cheek lightly
on mine before he moved away.

"Man, tell me what you see," he whispered with his lips so close to the
back of my neck that it tickled.

"Here we go," I said slowly as I started a blow-by-blow description of
the action. "Bob just stuck it through the glory hole and man is it hard.
And now Rayburn is licking the knob... running his tongue round and round
the head... shit man, that's hot!" I turned my head slightly to look at
him. He seemed to be getting a kick out of watching me. "Do you want to
take a peek?" I whispered.

"No, you keep looking. I'm hot as hell just listening to you tell what
you see." His face was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my
cheek. I gradually became aware that he was running his hand up and down
my back. It was a gentle soothing rub but it did everything but relax me.
It was sending a tingle down my spine that would soon find its way to my
crotch. "You go ahead," he said, softly, I've seen both you and Bob get
sucked off peeking through that very hole."

"You did?" I asked in a way to encourage him to elaborate.

"Hey, I got so hot seeing you get done, man, I shot my wad right there on
the wall in front of you. Look down there, there's still a stain." He
pressed on my shoulder to urge me to look at it. "There'll be a glob of
yours right beside it when you see your brother drop his load in that old
fart's mouth."

His hand was lightly resting on the back of my neck, guiding me down. He
was right. As I looked down, I could plainly see the stain. It must have
been a huge load, I thought, considering the area that it covered. For a
split second, I visualized his gigantic load of cum gushing and running
down the wall in big white globs -- I could almost smell and taste it.
When I brought myself back to reality, I became aware that his hand had
moved from the back of my neck to my hip. I tried to keep cool but I knew
that within seconds, my cock would be tenting my pants. My heart started
racing when I felt his hand creeping to the spot for a feel. I took a
deep breath and let it happen.

"Go ahead, take another peek," he urged. "I'll take care of this for
you," he whispered as he grasped the shaft of my hard-on and gave it a
hard squeeze through the material of my jeans. I placed my eye to the
hole but this time it was closed. I was concentrating more on what was
going on this side of the wall. Effortlessly he had managed to get his
hands into my jeans and now he was holding my hard hot flesh in his hand.
Could this be really happening or was I imagining it like I did the first
time that anyone, but myself, jerked me off. That time, it was "The
Power" and it was fantasy but this time, all I had to do was to look
down. I did, and it was real. I put my eye back to the hole. I was in
kneeling position, which made it a little difficult, but I managed to
shuffle back from the wall while he slipped my pants off. With a little
help from me, it went smoothly -- first, over one knee and then the
other.

"Keep looking in there and tell me what you see," he said as he pressed
his lips to my neck and continued to slowly stroke me. "Tell me what you
see, it turns me on."

I was amazed how accurately the hole was placed to get a perfect view of
the glory hole from Rayburn's side of the stall wall. "He's running his
tongue around the head of Bob's dick again." I thought that I heard Bob
moan -- I couldn't help but let out a little moan myself.

"Like this," he cooed as he gently rubbed the ball of his thumb over my
pee hole, where the precum had already started to ooze out. I knew what
Bob was feeling because I could feel it too.

"Yeah, just like that," I moaned. "And now he's got the whole head of it
in his mouth," I said, verbally relaying the action.

"Like this?" I heard -- but now his voice was no longer coming from
behind me. I looked down and saw the back of his head moving downward. My
heart stopped beating and I momentarily stop breathing. Slowly, I rocked
back on my hunches and watched his tongue dart out, gently swiping the
slit. He looked up with smiling eyes, "You taste good." He took another
lick. "You like that? Want me to suck it?" he asked shyly.

"Ahhh," I groaned from deep down in my throat -- because I couldn't get
anything else out.

"Let's move this so I can really get at it," he said as he reached down
and pulled at the corner of the air mattress under us.

I got off the mattress and took the other end to help move it away from
the wall where there was more room. As soon as he dropped his end, he
stood up and dropped one strap of his bib overalls over his shoulder, and
then the other. His overalls dropped in a heap around his feet; he
stepped out of them. Except for his work boots, he stood nude before me
with his hard dick jotting out from his body. I was kneeling so he didn't
have to move far before his beautiful thing was only inches from my
waiting lips. What happened next was so natural that it was neither
expected nor unexpected -- It just happened. It was never as smooth as
this with Bob, Tony, or any of the others. I opened my mouth fully and
waited, with my eyes closed, to receive him. My initial impulse was to
close around that mass of hard hot flesh that was filling my mouth, but
instead I opened wider. He was in command and instantly I became his
slave, helpless, surrendering, and ready to yield to his every desire. I
felt the girth of his cock press against the walls of my mouth, filling
it completely, as its length entered my throat. As he slowly pushed in
deeper, I didn't gag -- instead, I welcomed him in by relaxing my throat
muscles. A moan of passion swelled up within me when his pubic hairs
tickled the tip of my nose. Then came the feel of his warm, hanging, ball
sack as it spread out over my chin. He started to moan along with me. I
reached around behind him and grasped both cheeks to hold him there even
though my air passage was blocked and I couldn't breathe. Finally, he
pulled away slightly, enough to start pumping my mouth with short slow
strokes. When I reached around behind him again to pull him in deeper
with each stroke, he obliged with renewed vigor by taking deeper thrusts.
The rhythm of the strokes increased until he grasped my head between his
hands, freezing his actions.

"Stop! I don't want to come yet!" he shouted, loud enough for it to echo.

I pulled back but kept my mouth and lips tightly closed, not wanting to
release it. It made a popping sound when it sprang out and I found myself
looking directly into the slit in the end of it. I was delighted to see
that he had produced a large quantity of precum. My tongue slowly
emerged, the tip touched the sticky puddle and then slowly pulled away.
The action produced a string of precum which I purposely displayed for
him to see.

"You want more of that?" he whispered, looking down at the shiny, rope
like, string. "Let's make this a two-some... lay down on the mat."

I scooted off my knees, smoothly maneuvering to my side, and waited for
further instructions. First, he touched one of my shoes, urging me to
take them off while he started to remove his own boots. Soon, we were as
bare as newborn infants, right down to our bare feet.

As he moved into position on the mat, and while I remained on my side, I
realized what he meant by a two-some. Slowly, he slid down until his head
was at my crotch -- plainly a sixty-nine position.

"Man, you have a nice dick," I said as I clutched his for a moment and
licked the head like a lollypop.

"You too!" he said, sounding redundant. "Wow! Man, you have a big cock!"
His words were muffled as I felt his lips touch it.

I was dumbfounded with what happened next; without even so much as a
warm-up, he swallowed the entire length -- I could feel it hit the back
of his throat. I moaned and he joined in on the duet when I commanded my
mussels to make it jump for him while it was deep in his mouth. It was
cool to watch him deep throat me. When he licked his way back up the
shaft to the crown, I held my breath in ecstasy, unable to moan. My dick
started to surge with excitement as he ran his tongue around that
sensitive edge of the helmet which had become so gorged with blood that
it was about to burst. He nibbled at the edges with his lips.
Uncontrollably, in a rage of passion, I reached for his balls. He had
lots of sack with a nice big pair inside. Squeezing the neck of his sack,
where it attaches under his dick, I trapped both of them in the bottom so
that they stretched the hairless skin. After bathing them with my tongue,
I took one of them completely in my mouth. Once in, I ran by tongue
around its surface, tickling it. He shivered spasmodically.

"Man! Man! Slow up! Slow up," he said breathing deeply to calm down, "or
do you want me to drown you in my cum?"

I didn't answer because I suddenly became distracted. That eerie feeling
of Bob's presence came over me. It happened twice before when I was
having sex with Tony. Al and I were too far into it for me to stop and
look up. Curiosity overwhelmed me; I raised my head. What I saw didn't
faze me in the slightest, I knew what to expect. Bob was there, peering
down at us. Al was busy on me so he was unaware of anything else. As Bob
looked down, he smiled, pleasantly. I grasped Al's cock, pointed it
toward Bob, offering him to partake.

"No thanks!" He mouthed the words without making sound.

I tilted my head to the side as if to ask why, without actually speaking.

His answer came through loud and clear -- "Slurppp... Slurppp!" -- this
time it was highly audible. The message he was conveying was that Rayburn
had sucked him dry -- slurp.

Al jerked his head up, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, he
couldn't help but hear. A look of surprise, and then horror, crossed his
face when he came face-to-face with Bob. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh no!" he yelled
as he dropped his head back down into my crotch, attempting to hide.

"Hey!" Bob yelled, extemporaneously as he punched Al in the shoulder. It
wasn't a hard punch, just enough to bring Al out of his stupor. "I want
to see you fuck him," he explained, but almost in a commanding voice.

Al looked up, stunned. I took it as a command too as I got into position.
Al smiled at both of us. "I had planned to," he said as he reached for a
condom in the pocket of his nearby overalls. "For a minute there, I
thought that maybe you guys were lovers and you were going to kill me."
He chuckled to himself as he unrolled it over his dick and worked his
hands over it to squeeze out the trapped air. Suddenly he looked over at
the peephole in the wall. Bob and I looked at each other wondering what
he was up to when he took the condom wrapper and plugged the hole. We
were about to ask when he flopped down, in kneeling position, on the mat,
ready for action.

"That's so my horny old boss, can't see. I should have shoved a screw
driver in there to put out his eye."

There was no rush so Al proceeded slowly as Bob looked on. He watched Al
intently as he pulled his own hard dick out of his pants, and started
stroking. When Al was lined-up, Bob reached over with his free hand and
guided Al's dick to the target.

I held my position through the initial insertion -- on my back, holding
my knees tightly against my chest. After feeling me relax, he put my feet
against his shoulders and started with a few slow deep plunges. As his
rhythm picked up, I realized that if he didn't slow down, this was going
to end up a quickie. He must have realized that too because he shifted
down to first gear, slower, with plenty of drive. I raised my head enough
to see Bob. He was matching each plunge with a stroke on his own cock,
almost as it he were right in there with Al. Man, what would that be
like, both of them in there at the same time -- wishful thinking.

Al was really performing for us. He was moving his hips in circles -- at
times pulling out, then shoving it home again. All this was so Bob could
get a good look. Meanwhile, I was meeting each plunge with gusto. It
didn't take much more before the three of us were teetering on the brink.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Give him all of that dick!" Bob joined in -- he was as excited as I was.
"Fuck him! Fuck him hard!" he bellowed as he pounded his cock harder and
faster.

Our excitation quickly transferred to Al. He went into high gear and
started jamming harder and faster. Suddenly, he pushed in as far as he
could go and froze. His eyes were focused on Bob.

"I mumm... come...ing!" Bob moaned.

The odds were against the three of us coming simultaneously, it was a
race from start to finish. I decided to take the situation in hand, my
own, and race Bob. After taking a few fast strokes, I started to gain on
him but my pucker went ballistic and started squeezing and was
rhythmically grabbing at Al's cock. Al was spurred into a full gallop and
took the lead. With one loud growl, and with as much force as he used
ramming it home, he pulled out of me. The rubber made a snapping sound as
he pulled it off of his dick. He was coming out fast on the outside --
only inches from the finish line. Not to be left behind, Bob groaned
loudly and pulled ahead. They were running neck to neck. It was going to
be a photo finish and I would be the one left in the dust. I raised my
head in time to see Al bend over with his mouth opened wide. He took
Bob's load while his own spewed out in gushes. The race was about over.
It was win, place and now, 'show' for me... that's my thing anyhow. The
others looked on while I galloped down the stretch and 'came' under the
wire... AHHHHHHH

TO BE CONTINUED.