Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2001 22:19:29 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 4 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

			    THE POWER - PART 4
			   By GetRealGuy@aol.com

     It wasn't often that Bob and I had the whole house to ourselves. Mom was
usually home and neither Mom nor Dad did much socializing with their friends.
This was an opportunity that we intended to take full advantage of. Maybe we
would have some of our friends over tomorrow but for now, we were looking
forward to spending that Saturday night alone, with each other. That was great
with me.

    "First we need a six-pack of beer." Bob paused as if in thought. "And I know
just where to get it."

    I knew exactly where he was going to get it. I also knew that "Mary, The
Raggedy Ann" was going to "get it" too. Sex would be part of the deal. Everyone
knew that she stole beer from her father's store for "special" guys. All that a guy
would have to do to be "special" was to screw her. She already rated Bob as being
"extra special". More than once she mentioned to Bob that she would like to get
both of us in bed with her. Bob knew that I wasn't fond of aggressive females.
Mary Ann was no exception. Therefore there was no thought of including me in
his acquisition for beer. However, he did impress upon me that if I ever wanted to
be part of a threesome, I would be welcome. The only thing that I would be able
to do is to beat-off while I watched the two of them at it. To see him shoving that
big rod of his in and out of her would set me on fire. I wouldn't care who, or what,
was pushing him toward a climax. I was sure that I would get off at the same time
he did, just watching. I would rather be the one satisfying his lust but I was sure
that Bob wasn't ready to be sucked off by his own brother without being under the
influence of "The Power". I would have to wait patiently until the right
opportunity came up. Meanwhile, I would have to do it mentally.

   Bob made a quick call to make sure Mary Ann would be home. He jumped on
his bicycle and was on his way to get a piece of ass. Our house wasn't extra large
but it seemed that way sometimes. Especially when you had to go and wondered
if you could make it to the pot in time. At those times, our one upstairs bathroom
seemed to be miles away. When I got there, I didn't forget to put up the seat as I
did so many times before. Then I pulled back the foreskin, aimed at a spot in the
water that I thought would make the most noise, and let it fly. Somehow the noise
added satisfaction to the act of urinating. As I stood there, making as much noise
as I could, I looked down at what I was holding in my hand. I thought what a
beautiful thing a penis is. It must have been designed for maximum pleasure
otherwise why was the head of it so sensitive. The purpose of the foreskin must be
to protect that sensitivity. I didn't know if all guys were as sensitive as I was there
but I knew that the head of mine was the pleasure spot of my universe. At least I
thought so then as I moved my foreskin back and forth over it.

    More than once I considered the possibility of asking Dad why we weren't cut
like most of the other kids at school. Bob was curious about it too. Bob said that it
was probably Dad's choice because he said that he saw Dad's once and it was
uncut and about eight inches soft. I knew that he was exaggerating about the eight
inches but I couldn't help but visualize what one eight inches soft would be like
hard. Because Bob didn't have an answer for why we still had our foreskins, my
curiosity became more active than ever. In fact, I was so curious about it that I
took it upon myself to conduct a survey as if I was making a report for my science
class. The object would be to compile data on how many of the kids at school
were cut and how many were natural. I set out to gather information by peeking at
the nude guys in the gym's locker room or in the nearby showers. Another source
of my study was what I observed while at the urinals in the boy's room. I liked
that source best because it tied in well with my exhibitionist nature.

   As I stood there relieving myself at the toilet at home, I recalled the urinals in
the boy's room at school. There were three of them. At recess you usually had to
wait in line to use one of them. The center urinal was rarely used if either of the
end ones was available because most of the kids didn't like to be right next to
another while urinating. I used the middle urinal whenever I could not only
because it gave me a good view of what the guys on either side of me had but they
also could see what I was putting on display. Usually I would whip it out soft but
sometimes showing it excited me so much that, on more than one occasion, viewers
that were interested would be treated to seeing my half-hard. In fact, as I stood
there at home, I was starting to raise one thinking about an incident that happened
at those very urinals.

   On that occasion, there was a little guy pissing in one of the end urinals. I
stepped up to the middle one instead of the vacant one on the other end. By then,
out of habit, I brazenly showed him my semi-hard on. His face lit up like I was
Santa Claus on Christmas morning. He looked at it for several seconds. This was
unusual. Most of the kids only took quick, sneak glances because of the fear of
being caught looking. Not this guy. His eyes were almost licking the end of my
cock. This quickly brought me to a full, stone hard erection which, of course, was
to his delight. He finally came out of his trance long enough to clear his throat.

   "Can I touch it?" he asked shyly.

   "Sure," I replied while pushing my hips toward him. Fascinated with what he
had in his hand, he pumped it up and down a couple of times feeling the thickness
and length of it. It was like he was weighing and measuring it. His touch was
sensual and I was really starting to enjoy what he was doing. The electricity from
his excitement was being transmitted through his hand. My dick tingled from it,
almost to the point of vibration.

   "Wow! You have a big one," he whispered.

   His effeminate voice caught my attention. Slowly, I shifted my gaze from his
hand, moving up and down my swollen shaft, to his face. It was then that I
recognized him as being the school queer. Before I could get my thoughts
together, I heard someone come in the door behind us. Involuntarily I jerked my
hard cock out of his hand and he returned his free hand back to his own. It took
several seconds but I managed to force a stream of piss out of my hard-on.
Apparently the intruder went into a stall. Feeling safe, the kid moved his hand
toward his newly found toy for another try. I didn't feel as safe as him and was
contemplating putting it back in my pants, zipping up and leaving as soon as I
finished. The stream was very strong by this time. Startled by the feel of the guys
hand around my pisser, I drew back a few inches still peeing. He held his hand,
palm up, directly in the golden stream, catching as much as he could in his cupped
hand. As I watched in complete amazement. He looked at me quickly, as if to say
thanks, covered the harvest with his free hand to prevent spillage and bolted
toward the nearest stall. In shock, I was in such a hurry to get away from the
urinal that I didn't take the time to put it back into my pants. The gym teacher,
hurrying into the room, looked slightly startled when he caught sight of me
struggling with my zipper to get my boner out of sight. Apparently, in his present
state of urgency, he didn't want to take the time to question what he was seeing.
Or, better yet, maybe he could remember when he was a teenager and had
unexplainable erections. With gusto, he darted into one of the vacant stalls. I
was thankful that he didn't have to use a urinal. I left the room as fast as I could
hoping that he didn't recognize me. Another thought invaded my mind. "What the
heck did that guy want with my piss? Maybe he just used it for lubrication to jack-
off with. Or --- oh no! Not that! ----That fucking pervert!" not caring if I did say it
aloud.

   "Man," I said to myself. "It is amazing the things that run through a guy's mind
while he's taking a whizz." I intended to take a few swipes at it and shake it a
few times to get rid of the few remaining drops but it turned into an act of slow
masturbation. "Why should I stand here doing this?" Now I was really talking
aloud to myself. "Why not? I have the whole house to myself. I have never
done it in the living room, on the couch." It was still hard and sticking out of my
fly when I reached the bottom step. I stopped at the overstuffed chair next to the
couch to remove all of my cloths, then flopped down on the couch in the buff. I
wasted no time to reach for my hard toy to continue the slow masturbation that I
started upstairs. This was going to be a slow one. I had lots of time because Bob
would be gone for, I figured, about an hour. Besides, I didn't care if he did come
in on me. He would probably join in on the fun.

   I continued with slow even strokes but added to the sensation by putting a slight
twisting motion to the stroke when I reached the knob. When I reached the bottom
end of the stroke, I would raise my hips slightly and press hard against the base
while I imagined that I was pressing myself deep into a guys throat. I had a good
start but had reach the point where I had to decide which of the many fantasies
that I would use to heighten my eventual climax. My recent first time with an
adult had become my favorite.

   At that time Bob and I were in our Junior year. That afternoon, school had let
out and we were getting our bicycles out of the rack when Bob told me that he
was going to drop by "Jack, The Bean Stalk's" house for awhile. He asked me if I
wanted to come along. I told him to go ahead and I might show up later but right
then, I had to take a whizz that wouldn't wait.

   I entered the building and went directly to the restroom. The room appeared to
be empty. Noticing that the use of one of the end urinals was blocked by a mop
bucket, I took the other end urinal and started relieving myself. Slowly, I became
aware that there was someone at the middle urinal next to me. Either this guy was
extra big or he was standing very close to me because I had a feeling that the
space next to me was fully occupied. I had another feeling too. Without even
looking I could tell his eyes where focused on my dick and that he had more than
a casual interest in it. My dick knew it too because it started to pay attention and
rise to the occasion. I turned my head just slightly and peered downward into the
urinal next to me. What I saw caused my piss stream to become intermittent. At
first I thought it was a fake. On of those things that they sell in the adult sex
stores. Whatever it was, real or not, it was being displayed for my benefit. I
was convinced that it was real when I caught a whiff of a musk odor emanating
from it. I reached over and placed my hand near it waiting for some kind of
response. It moved in and touched my hand. I grasped it quickly in its center
and tried to lock my thumb and forefinger around it. There was a gap, over
an inch, where the girth didn't allow my thumb and finger to meet. By sight, it
looked swollen so I expected it to yield to the touch. Instead, it felt like skin
stretched over a steel pipe. That long thick shaft was topped with a flared
mushroom cap that was collared with an ample foreskin. I had met my match.
This was the biggest cock that I had ever seen, even in my porno magazine. I had
to see the face that went with this wonderful thing. I casually looked into the
school janitor's face. It was no surprise. He smelled like I expected him to smell
up close, the aroma of a real man, the smell of man-sweat. The first time that I
saw him, he was acting as gardener trimming the hedges in front of the school
building. I was taken with his black curly hair. He looked to be over six feet tall
and had a very athletic build. This was a man. I wondered why such a young,
good-looking guy would be satisfied in a janitor's job. Then I remembered the
rumor about how he served time and had to take any job that he could get. I
recalled that he had beautiful teeth. I remembered that because he smiled at me
when he caught me drooling over him. I knew when he looked me over that day
that there would come a time. That time had arrived and here he was next to me.

   The details were easy to recall because I stored them in my memory so that I
could relive the experience whenever I masturbated. I had been doing that pretty
often after that day. Now, with plenty of time, I could enjoy a slow, slow jerk-off
while I recalled every detail. Without loosing the rhythm of the slow strokes, I
passed my thumb over the slick precum on the head to use as lubrication. After a
few more strokes I had produced more of the clear fluid so I stopped to take a
taste while I fantasized that I was licking it from the janitors piss hole.

   He had a huge hand but his touch was surprisingly soft as he gently held my
cock in his hand. He started to stroke it.

   "Nice-- Do you want me to take care of that for you?"

   "I couldn't say anything." I just shyly nodded my head and smiled.

   He placed his hand on my shoulder and without saying a word, he cocked his
head toward a door at the opposite end of the room. He reached over and grabbed
the mop handle that was sticking out of a bucket, with wheels on it, next to him.
The wheels squeaked as he pushed the bucket along guiding it in the direction of
the utility closet. I followed him with my dick poking out of my zipper, pointing the
way.

   As soon as we were behind the closed door, he pulled me close to him. Without
hesitation, he dropped to his knees, undid the top snap, finished unzipping me,
and pulled my pants, combined with my under shorts, down to my ankles. Starting
just below my kneecap, on the inside of my leg, he licked his way up to my balls.
I flinched slightly as he took one of them into his mouth. While it was inside of
his mouth, his tongue poked with little jabs at the skin of the sack. He pulled it out
and licked both balls with long tongue lashes. Before I could recover the
overwhelming sensation he was rubbing his wet lips on the underside of my cock
which was now positioned above his head. He lingered therefor a while nipping at
the foreskin from the underside. Next he moved up to the end and continued to
grasp the foreskin gently with his teeth pulling at it until it fully covered the
helmet. Then he grasped the shaft with his hand and slid the skin back fully
exposing the head. He moved away and took a quick look while he fondled his
own erect cock. Then, with one quick downward thrust he swallowed my
complete erection right down to the hilt. This caused my cock to jump with a
single involuntary throb. I followed by adding a few pulses of my own each of
which caused blood to surge into the head. My cock head must have been inflated
to its maximum because he had to take a deep breath before proceeding. Then
I could feel him working his throat muscles by taking short swallows while I
pressed my body against his lips to get as deep as I could. I wanted it to last
forever but I knew that it would be impossible as close as I was. A few more
strokes, up and down with that warm mouth of his bought me to a point that I
knew that I would not be able to control. I didn't think that anyone's mouth could
be so warm and feel so good. He backed off the shaft about halfway and started
working the head with his tongue. Then he yanked it out of his mouth, with a pop,
and ran the tip of his tongue in the piss hole slit to get a taste of my precum. Both
Bob and I always produced more of that delightful liquid than most guys so I
knew there was some to be had. This guy was really enjoying himself. This was
my first experience with an adult and I found out how great it can be with an older
more experienced male.

   He was running his tongue and lips up and down the underside of my shaft
again. His lips nipped at that bundle of nerves where the cap meets the underside
of the shaft. It tickled so much that it caused my cock to jump up and down,
slapping him on his nose. He must have liked that reaction because he looked up
at me and smiled. Then he targeted his opened mouth about an inch from my dick
head and waited for me to ram his throat. I caught on right away and obliged him
by grasping the back of his head with both hands and pushing all the way in and
holding him there. He was gasping for air as his throat muscles grabbed and
pulsed around my cock. I couldn't exactly hear it but, as deep as I was in his
throat, I felt him moan. I started to pull out because I thought that I would
suffocate him but he grabbed my ass with both hands and forced me in even
deeper. He was gagging and his whole body started to shutter. I knew that he was
coming. That excited me into my own orgasm. As I shot, I momentarily released
my hold on the back of his head making it possible for him to back off of my cock
just in time to prevent my full load from shooting straight down the back of his
throat and into his stomach. He swallowed about three or four times in rapid
succession. Then he reached up with his free hand and slowly withdrew me from
his mouth while still sucking on it. Shivers ran through my body as he licked to
get any residue that may have been there.

   After a deep sigh, that I couldn't help, I pulled my pants back up and gave him
my smile of innocence followed by a nod to show my appreciation. Not being
able to leave the closet without taking another quick look at the biggest dick that I
had ever seen, I took a visual snap-shot to add to my collection of such fantasies.
He was wiping it clean with his handkerchief. I wanted to drop to my knees to
clean it with my tongue but I thought that it wouldn't be in character for the
innocence that I was attempting to portray. When he saw that I had my hand on
the doorknob ready to leave, he quickly shoved his handkerchief into his pocket
and reached for his top overall pocket. There, he pulled out a pencil and a small
note pad. After scribbling something on it, he tore the sheet from the pad, folded it
once, and shoved it into my top shirt pocket. Then he reached down and gave
me a squeeze while placing his other hand over mine to open the door just a
crack. After taking a quick peak, he gently pushed on my shoulder to let me know
that the coast was clear and that I could leave. When I got outside of the building,
I reached in my pocket and unfolded the paper. There, scribbled but fully legible,
was the name, "Tony" along with a long number which I assumed to be his
telephone number.

    Bob still hadn't come home so I continued to concentrate on the excitement
of that blow job to push me closer and closer to a climax as I slowly stroked
my cock. Without warning the door flew open with a loud bang. There stood
Bob with his hair looking like it did after he lost a wrestling match. His shirt was
unbuttoned showing his bare chest and he was swaying back and forth trying to
keep his balance. He mumbled incoherently, blinked his eyes, and glanced in my
direction. What he saw, me naked with one hand cupping my balls and the other
wrapped around my pole, must have been a surprising sight because he blinked
his eyes in disbelief. He started, which must have seemed the long trip to him,
to the couch. I had to jump up and grab him to prevent him from knocking over
the coffee table. I managed to guide him over to the couch. His body turned
limp as he slowly collapsed onto the cushions. On his way down, he exhaled a
gush of air that had the unmistakable odor of whiskey and not beer as I expected.
I wondered how he ever made it home on his bicycle in the condition he was in.
Then he passed out. I knew that I had to do something but there was no way that I
could get him up those stairs and into his bed. He was going to have to spend the
night here on the couch. The least that I could do is get him a blanket and undress
him so that he would be comfortable.

   I went to the linen closet for a blanket. When I returned I stood above him and
looked at the wonderful sight of his limp body before me. The first thing that I
thought was that I wanted to wrestle with him to feel the warmth and hardness of
his body. That would have been ridiculous as relaxed as he was. Wrestling isn't
wrestling without opposition from your opponent. I knew that there would be
little or no opposition here. I found that out as I started to remove his shirt. I never
had to undress him before so I took advantage of this opportunity. I passed my
hands over his skin to feel the hardness and smoothness of his chest in the process
of removing his shirt. I couldn't resist his nipples. I stroked the very tip of one of
them, then the other, very gently with my thumb. Remembering how good it felt
when I did it to myself, one of my own tingled while I was doing it.

   After removing his shirt, I looked down at his Levi's. His fly was completely
unzipped, I could see that his jockey shorts were completely missing and his limp
cock was on its way out of that open zipper. First, before his pants, his tennis
shoes had to be taken off. As I bent down to remove them, my nose passed over
that limp cock. A pleasant aroma drifted into my nostrils. It was Bob's aroma. I
had sampled his delightful scent many times when we were wrestling but not
directly in his crotch area. I noticed the stench of Mary Ann's perfume on his shirt
but fortunately this part of his body was free of that odor. Either he didn't have
sex or he had cleaned it well. I may not have been as gentle as I should have been
when I took off his sneakers because of the anticipation of getting him fully nude.
As I removed his socks, I flashed on sucking his toes. I put that thought aside with
the thought of something bigger and better to suck on.

   I was proud that I was able to render him naked without waking him up. During
the process I had to move him into several positions. He finally ended up with his
feet on the floor with his legs spread apart, which made an ideal spot for me to
kneel between them in front of the couch. I knelt in that spot still in the nude with
the erection from my incomplete self-orgy still not satisfied. Slowly, I moved my
face in as close as I could without actually touching any part of his body. When
my nose was positioned less than an inch from the source of that wonderful scent
of Bob, I inhaled deeply again. I wanted to savor the aroma that I had sampled
before. With the first deep breath that I took a rush of blood went right to my cock
as I recalled the sex that took place in our minds when "The Power" was in
command. This would be the actual thing. It would be more exciting than the real
wrestling and masturbating that we did together. That thought rocketed me to a
high that I had never experienced before. My missile was being readied for firing.
I could feel its warhead pressing against the fabric on the front of the couch. It was
well into the countdown. My breathing was deep and heavy. I held my mouth
even closer to Bob's cock. My warm breath was causing his cock to start to grow.
It got bigger and harder with each breath I inhaled and exhaled. I kept this up until
there was a huge, full erection before my eyes. Without warning Bob stirred and
shifted his body slightly. I jerked my head away quickly but not fast enough.
Unexpectedly, his big stiffy slapped my cheek as he shifted again.

   Mumbling, but with enough clarity to understand, I heard. "OK, Mary Ann if
you want more, take it. Take it..... Suck it!" His words dropped off and then he
was out again.

   "You heard it Bill," I said to myself. "Here is you chance. He is too drunk to
remember." I backed off and pressed on the coffee table to help me get into a
standing position. Standing there, looking down at him, taking in his whole body I
realized what a beautiful sight and how much I loved him. I didn't realize just how
much until then. "He's my brother," I thought. "And I love him. I want him in the
worst way but not this way. He thinks that I am Mary Ann. I don't want that. I
want him to feel what I am doing when I do it. I want him to love me for it. I want
him to know that it is me. To do this now, with him like this, would be a selfish,
self-indulgent act on my part. The time will come when it will be right. Then, it
will just be Bob and me with no help from 'The Power' or my imagination."

   I bent down and gently lifted his legs, placing them fully on the couch. As I did,
gravity overcame the upper half of his body and he slowly slumped into a
reclining position. When he had settled, he rolled over on his side. With his face
nestled in the back cushions of the couch, he fell into a deep sleep. I unfolded the
blanket from the linen closet and spread it over him. There was very little room
left on the couch but I lifted the outer edge of the blanket and managed to slip in
beside him. His body was warm against my bare skin. As I snuggled against his
back, my lips brushed against the nap of his neck. I gently kissed him there. Then
I ran my tongue along that spot to taste the oils of his skin. My whole body
yielded to the contentment that I felt while holding him in my arms. I soon drifted
into a wonderful, peaceful sleep. The night passed.

   The obnoxious rasping chirp of a Blue Jay woke me. The noise came from
outside. It was the same racket that I heard yesterday morning and many mornings
before but it seemed to be louder than usual that morning. I was surprised to find
that I was laying on the couch instead of my own bed. Then I remembered that
last night I fell asleep with Bob in my arms. I was hugging a crumpled blanket
instead of Bob.

   A loud crash and the sound of shattering glass came from the direction of the
kitchen. I sprang off the couch and headed for the source of the noise. As I
entered I saw Bob down on the floor, on all fours, trying to pick up the reminisce
of what appeared to be a broken cup.

   "Shit I am so hung over that I can't even hold a cup in my hand. Hope it wasn't
one of Mom's best."

   I immediately dropped to my knees to help. "No prob. It was just an old one.
Careful will cut," I said in baby talk as I picked up a large piece of broken glass.

   "Yeah, and you better get some cloths on. Stooping like that, your prong is
almost dragging in the broken class. Trying to get circumcised? Trying to get 'cut'
like all the other guys?" That was a good one. I gave him the traditional, what we
called, "The hi wave palm slap" for that one, then got up and left the kitchen.

   After I got dressed I reentered the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee
filled the air.

   "You made coffee, great."

   Bob had already placed a cup at my place and was pouring. I reached for the
sugar and Bob handed me the cream when I was ready for it.

   "Mom left us meal money. Enough for all three meals and then some. We can
run down to Norm's for their Sunday morning special.

  "Sounds great! Run? Let's walk instead. We have the time and I need the fresh
air."

  "What's wrong Bro! Got a hangover?"

  "For sure!" he said as he rubbed his forehead again."

  "Hey, what happened to the beer you were supposed to bring home. I thought
that was the reason that you had to dirty up that pretty cock of yours. You could
use some of it for 'A little bit of the hair of the dog that bit you.' or however that
old saying goes."

   "Man, I thought that I was going to end up in jail. The six-pack fell off the
handlebars. I was about to stop to pick it up when I saw that there was a police car
cruising me. I didn't want to spend the night in the hoosegow so I split as fast as I
could. I bet that those cops, that were following me, sat in their squad car and
finished off our six-pack.

   "And how about the whiskey? You hogged it for yourself, now didn't you?" I
was being sarcastic by pretending to be mad. Actually I hated the stuff. I got so
sick from it, on first try, that I thought that I was going to die. Never again.

   "Yeah, man. I am just a glutton." He put his hand on his forehead again. "Oooh,
I am paying for it now. This coffee helps."

   There was silence for a few seconds which I took as being slower brain action
due to his hangover. I made myself ready for the full detailed account of his
drunken escapade. He started by telling me what a great piece of ass Mary Ann
was and how he could fix her up with me, as if special arrangements had to be
made for sex with that sex maniac. We went through this little ritual of his, I don't
know how many times. He couldn't help but know, by now, that it was him that I
wanted more than any girl that he could supply. He realized that he had blundered
and his face turned solemn.

   "Why do you do this to me? You know that I don't like girls." I was a little
pissed.

   "Shit man, how do you know. You never had one. My brother is cherry."

   I got mad because I thought that he was making fun of me. "Yeah, maybe so." I
took my time so that he wouldn't miss a word. "I am not interested in having sex
with a whore like Mary Ann or any other female. You know me well enough to
know why. They aren't the right sex. They don't have dicks!" My anger
disappeared and I felt good about what I had said. Calmly, I summed it all up. "I
am tired of your stupid attempts to fix me up."

   "All of my attempts? Even the one with Jim, The Gymnast? He's your type isn't
he? OK, OK, that doesn't matter. All that matters is that you are happy and make
the right decision. I don't understand how you can decide that you are going to be
exclusively gay if you've never tried pussy. I had doubts about myself until I had
my first piece."

   "And that did it? That is all that it took to convince yourself and every one else,
including me, that you weren't gay? How about the times with 'The Power'? Us on
the boat, yesterday, and in the car?"

   "You may have been fantasizing that you were having sex with a guy. I figured
that is what you were dreaming on the boat. That was your dream, not mine." He
smiled and reached down and groped himself. "I was dreaming that I was pouring
it to that new girl at school."

    I should have been shocked but I wasn't. I wasn't about to tell him that he was
right about my dream and the guy was him. The picture was becoming clearer
now. I went on.

   "An how about in the car? When you were beating off almost in front of Mom
and Dad?"

   "Cool! He chuckled. "Nothing wrong with that. That was just guy stuff. A guy
thing. All guys beat off. Most don't do it in front of their Mom and Dad. Besides, I
was beating for you because I know that it excited you to see another guy jacking.
I was just giving you your kicks."

   "So, you are real sure about yourself?"

   "I am sure about myself as anyone can be. It doesn't bother me that I like getting
head from either a guy or girl. Makes no difference to me as long as it is good. Do
you know who gives the best head? Your friend, Tony the Janitor!"

   "Tony? You are fucking with me? You know that from experience?"

   "For sure! It was funny. He mistook me for you. I didn't realize that until I asked
him for his phone number. He said that he gave it to me the last time. Last time?
A couple other clues too before that. He acted like he knew me intimately. Then
I caught on. I lied when I told him that I had misplaced his phone number. Now
we both have his number, unless you lost yours. Want to give him a call after we
get back from breakfast?"

   "You mean that he still doesn't know that we are twins?"

   "Heck no! I wouldn't tell him and spoil the fun."

   "Man, tell me what he did. The urinal, then the utility room, right?"

   "Fucking right -- right on! You too?"

   "Fucking ah, I get a boner just thinking about it. There is one pushing its way up
now. Look at this!" I stood up so that he could see that my pants were sticking out
in front.

   "Me too. Want to see mine?" He stood up and dropped his pants. Looking down
at him self, he made it jump and said, "Like that?"

   "Sure do. Looks like it wants to play. What you say we go upstairs, get nude,
and flop on the same bed with our boners pointing at the ceiling. We have about
an hour before the specials start at Norm's. We can do some 'guy things' while
you tell me all about how Tony sucked you off."

   He came over to me, without undoing the top snap or zipper he pulled hard at
the waistband of my pants. Then he reached down inside of my pants and grabbed
my dong. Without saying anything, he dragged me toward the staircase. After a
struggle maneuvering up the stairs, with his hand tightly grasping my tool, we
reach the top stair. The door to the bedroom was just ahead, a few steps away.

   "Stop," I pleaded. "Before we go in there, something still puzzles me about 'The
Power'.  I can understand about what happened on the boat; and what went on in
the car; and even all the stuff we did when we were kids; but, what about that
mysterious hand on my cock that first time that I shot?"

   He turned toward me and smiled. Then he squeezed my dick tightly. "Hand?
What Hand? Does this hand seem familiar? He squeezed me again only harder."

   "The hand!" I shouted in desperation.

   "Oh! -- That, hand?"

   We had reached the door to our bedroom. Out of habit, I closed the door behind
us. From behind that closed door, two voices rang out in unison  ---

                        "THE POWER!!"