Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 01:05:36 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 5 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

THE POWER - PART 5
by GetRealGuy@aol.com

Using my erection as a handle, Bob pulled me through the doorway while
letting his own shorts drop. They nested around his ankles as he shuffled a
few steps toward my bed. Being barefooted, he kind of lost them on the
way. He maneuvered across the bed on his knees and rolled over on his back
leaving room for me. His eagerness clued me that he may be ready for more
than just the mutual jerk-off that we were well into. He seemed to be
leading the show so I let him make the first move. Whatever he had in mind
was super with me. He was off to a good start.

After spitting a large quantity of saliva into the palm of his hand, he
cupped it over the head of my waiting erection. Sometimes I used my own
spit as lubrication but with someone else's, awesome! The knob that he had
in his hand was the most sensitive part of my body and he knew it, so he
was giving it the full treatment. It was as if he had a doorknob in his
hand and was testing to see if it was locked by twisting it one way and
then the other. The exceptions were that the grasp was much lighter and his
palm slipped over the wetness that he had put there. The outer rim of the
cap was so sensitive that it astounded me. I wanted Bob to feel how intense
it was so I did the exact same thing to him, spit and all. I was going to
play this game "tit for tat" except for something extra that I decided to
throw in. I often used a little trick on myself when the crown became
engorged. When I did it, the outer rim had become so sensitive that the
slightest touch would bring on ecstasy. My hand slid down to the shaft just
under the flair.  As I locked my fingers around it, I left my thumb free
and extended. With it, I gently stroked the flared edge of the swollen
crown. The first few strokes caused him to buck each time my thumb passed
over it. I slowed but continued the soft gentle stroking with my thumb. He
started bucking in between strokes while voicing loud moans.

"Oh, Oh - don't stop. Keep it up. I could come like that."

I felt him position his hand around my pole and seize it firmly. Then he
looked down to see how I was holding his so that he could copy it
exactly. The first stroke that he took with his thumb made me literally
leave the mattress. I let out a moan of excitement that was loud enough to
be heard by the neighbors on both sides.

"Intense! - In -- tense," I yelled while taking a long deep breath.  "Now
get this one," I said to him, "It's another trick that I do when I am
alone. Hold on guy!

Here goes!"

Leaving my thumb extended but still gripping his shaft, I started moving my
fist up and down his rod. This time, on each downward stroke, I let my
thumb drag over the smooth broad part of his helmet. He was moaning even
louder. Forgetting, momentarily, that we were alone I started to hush
him. When I remembered that the whole house was ours, I let out a moan that
was even louder than his. I remembered how Bob liked dirty talk and how we
both had to subdue our vocal expressions during our sessions but now we
were free to voice-out.

"Hey, you were going to tell me about you and Tony. How good it felt when
he sucked that great big cock of yours and how good it felt when he licked
your balls."

"Yeah! How did you know he licked my balls?"

"Easy," I boasted, "he did almost the same to me. Tell me about it."  As
soon as I finished speaking, I put the tips of all four fingers of my free
hand in my mouth to get them good and wet. I had to get into position by
moving in closer to his body and rolling over on my side. Bob was still
gripping mine and we both were continuing the slow strokes on each
other. He started telling me about how Tony started licking up his leg on
his way to his balls. Knowing Tony's routine, I could have filled in all
the details but because it was causing his dick to jump with excitement, I
let Bob relive the experience.  Just as he said that Tony was up to his
balls, I placed my wet fingertips, ever so gently on his ball sack. I moved
my fingers fondling his scrotum with a touch as light as a feather.

"What did if feel like?" I asked.

He was actually panting. "Just like what you are doing. See that spot on
the ceiling?  Man, if you keep that up I am going to shoot a hole in the
center of it and make that leak even worse."

I looked up. He was speaking of a small stain left by a leak in the
roof. "Do it! Go!  Go!"

"I am tempted but, nothing doing! I would rather save it until our cocks
are in Tony's mouth at the same time and both of us shoot down his
throat. How about that?"

"Exactly, I'm with that for sure. Big plans, Bro. Think we can pull it
off?"

"Hey, no prob. Trust me."

"But that doesn't mean that we both can't go off now, does it?"

"Maybe you can, but not me. I feel like heck. I want to save up for the big
event. You sat at home here and jacked-off all night while I was out,
getting myself sick on booze, trying to get us some beer."

"Yeah, but you came home before I got off. I have some stored up to.  Big
supply.  Maybe we could spill out a little. Hey, and you! You had your fun
poking it into a pussy."

"No I didn't! After umpteen shots of Jim Bean, I passed out. You know how
dumb Mary Ann is; she gave me the whiskey before we got in bed. I was out
of it by then and more interested in sleeping than sex. She worked like
heck trying to get me ready. Her blowjobs are about as exciting as
Mrs. Adams history classes so that didn't work. Finally she gave up and
kicked me out because it was almost ten and her father usually got home
about then. If he ever caught us, it would be lights out for me. You did a
better job getting it up than she did when you undressed me."

"Then you weren't as drunk as you pretended to be?"

"Well, I really wasn't pretending. I was kind of in and out. I remember you
undressing me and a few other things. I was really out of it until I left
Mary Ann's house. The ride home on the bicycle sobered me up a little. This
morning, I lied to you about having sex with Mary Ann. I am surprised that
you didn't detect that I didn't screw her."

"I did detect it. I didn't smell her on you. And I knew that you were
making it up all of the time while you were telling that wild story."

"Why didn't you stop me."

"Because you were only trying to convince me that sex with a female was the
greatest thing in the world."

"And you listened not getting mad at my bull shit?" He paused for a
second. Then he swallowed hard and continued. "Man, I have a great
brother." He rolled over to face me.  I continued to stroke him but with a
tug and a tighter squeeze. Almost immediately, my sentiments were echoed
back to me through his hand with a tighter squeeze on mine. His face was
only inches from mine.

"Wow!" My nose wrinkled up as I sung a little ditty from a commercial on
the radio.  "Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush up. Brush down. Brush all around!"
He caught on right away.

"Whoooooooo," blowing a stream of his breath which reeked of stale whiskey,
"whoooever said that you could sing? You like my 'Jim Bean' breath?"

He moved in closer, I thought to give me the little playful kiss on the end
of my nose like he usually did when we were kidding around. Maybe I jerked
my head to escape the unpleasant odor of whisky, not sure, but he landed
one square on my lips. He held it their pressing hard. Then I felt the
tickle of his tongue on my bottom lip. I opened, slightly at first, maybe
in surprise, but opened wider when I realized what was happening. Call it
swooning, or whatever you want, but I did it. His tongue entered my mouth
and explored the side of my tongue. I didn't have any thing to compare it
with then and I still don't now. Before then, I had never been kissed, sure
the friendly kind, but never like that. I had never kissed a girl like that
before but I found myself pushing my tongue into Bob's mouth. I couldn't
control the passion that engulfed me.  Bob was responding with short, soft,
high pitched moans that sounded more like yelps.  Then, while our lips were
locked, he rolled over on me. This was not like the wrestling that we were
used to. It was far more intense. It was even far more than the fantasies
using "The Power". This was real. It felt like he was actually pushing his
body into mine trying to become part of me. I could feel his hard cock
pressing against my stomach as it traveled a path up past my navel. Then he
reached down and squeezed my dick against his as he pushed his tongue
deeper into my mouth. With perfect rhythm, he plunged his tongue in and
out, as he humped my body. The impact was forcing air out of my stomach.
As I took the shock of each impact, I spread my legs wider and wider
apart. I never had a cock in me, in my mouth or otherwise. Now that it was
close to happening, I felt myself surrendering. I was actually offering
myself to him. My legs were far enough apart where I could raise them to
his sides. The strokes of his humping became longer as I realized that his
body was moving downward on mine so that his mouth was no longer on mine
but was now on my neck. He was kissing me softly there. I heard a low tone
start in his throat. It increased in pitch until it crescendoed into a cry.
In one fast rolling motion, he was off me, and seated on the edge of the
bed with his hands over his face.

My first thought was that he had an ejaculation. Then I knew better.  I
realized that it was his fear of the consequences if he should let his
passion run wild.  He sat motionless at first. Then he started to get to
his feet. I reached up, put my hand on his shoulder, and pulled him down
and back toward me. I forced him downward until his head collapsed into a
pillow. I nested my chin on his shoulder and spoke.

"Hey! Hey! Don't feel that way. Don't say a word. Just listen to me."  I
could feel him relax.

He whimpered a sigh. "Oh, Bro. Hold me."

He raised his body slightly and I slipped my arm under him.

"Just listen! I know what you are going through. Don't judge yourself by
what you see in me. Because we are twins doesn't mean that our sexual
orientation will be the same.  Even at that, we still have to establish our
preferences. We are still experimenting to determine that. So far, it looks
like I may turn out gay but you, you have another option because you have
tried sex with girls and it seems that you enjoy it.

"But that isn't it," he said softly.

"Shush! Let me finish. You know how much we are alike. That is why I know
how you think. I think the same thoughts but we interpret them differently.
In your way of thinking, if you do gay things with guys, you will turn out
gay. You hate the thought of turning out that way, don't you?

"Yes, I do." he bowed his head as if in shame.

"Don't worry. That isn't going to happen with you. You won't let it."

He spoke up. "Now it's my turn. Let me say something. When you were
undressing me last night, you got me so hot that I was almost asking. My
cock said that it wanted to be sucked but my brain was saying, if I let it
happen, it would not be just to get my nuts off but an act of love with
you."

"And -- to let me suck you off would be admitting that you were gay and we
would be lovers forever. Right?" I think about having that kind of sex with
you all of the time but that is just passion. I have that kind of feeling
with many guys. That must be part of being gay. It has nothing to do with
our love. What we feel for each other is not gay sex or anything like
that. You know that. That is why you don't have any qualms about letting
any other guy besides me, have at it. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, Bro. You don't know how much it means to me to have you explain it
like that."

"Yes, I think I do. I wish that I said it before." I gave him a squeeze.
"Oh, and by the way. If you decide to experiment, you can use me like you
would use Tony or any of the other guys that you have been with. I am
willing. I give great head."

He raised up and hit me hard on the shoulder. "How do you know, 'Penis
Breath', I bet you have never sucked a dick."

"And you, how about you? Tony is the only guy, I said guy, that ever blew
you.  True?"

"True. You got me."

I hit him back and giggled, "Me too."

"You mean you gave Tony head?"

"Hell no! I meant, the same as you. He is the one and only guy that ever
gave me head. Take that back. I put it into little Frank's mouth once but
he didn't know what to do with it."

"You pervert!" He giggled. I did too.

"You know guy, I wanted you to be my first but I am glad that you feel the
way that you do. Now don't take me wrong. I mean, never mind, you know what
I mean.  I just have to get a dick in my mouth to see what it is like. I am
experimenting too. But now that we understand each other --"

"Hey, don't give up on me. I go for a stud that is into sucking, like
Tony. Do some experimenting on him. I am sure that he will appreciate
it. Reward him.

Then get back with me. Who knows?"

"You really mean that?" I was delighted.

"Yeah, I really mean it. I just have to get a few things straightened out
in my mind and then everything will be cool. As for sex with Tony, I can
hardly wait!  I want to see you do it. I am going to get off just
watching. Just the thought of seeing you take Tony's dick all the way, WOW!
Guess who's getting hard thinking about it.

"I don't have to guess. You forgot that I still have your monster in my
hand and I am never going to let it go?"

"Never, Never?" He made his erection jump twice as he said the words and
then continued. "I must be freaky or something. I love to see other dudes
have sex, doesn't matter if it is with a man or woman, especially if it is
with a jock or jack like Tony. Him, with you, will be extra
special. Watching must be my thing. I leaked so much precum when I was
watching porno at Jim's that when it dried the head of my dick stuck to by
shorts. I thought that I was going to loose some skin taking them off.
That was painful."

The anticipation of having sex with an experienced adult was causing a
little apprehension. "I want to give it a try but will I be able to do it?
Big, big meat, or did you notice?

"Yeah, that kind of caught my eye. I had my backpack with me at the time.
I almost pulled out my ruler to measure. Hey, don't worry. You will be so
turned on that 'size doesn't matter'. Confidentially, whoever originated
that statement must have had a three incher and was trying to convince
himself."

My mind drifted a little. "You know something guy? I may take you up on
that offer for a threesome with Mary Ann. I see things a little differently
now.  As a matter of fact, I would like nothing more than to see you shove
this big thing of yours in and out of her cunt."

"You're on! What made you suddenly change your mind?"

"You, and the way that you are encouraging me with Tony. I am not saying
that I can do anything with Mary Ann. It will probably be the same as you
are going to be just trade with Tony."

"Trade? What is trade?"

"Oh, you don't know? Trade is a masculine number that likes to get his cock
into another guy's mouth but usually doesn't return the favor. And my
definition is - ' One that doesn't have to reciprocate because satisfaction
is achieved on both sides'." I squeezed him hard to let him know that it
was him that I was describing.

"Sounds like you, doesn't it?"

"Thanks!" His mode shifted into overdrive. "Getting late," he yelled.

"Let's 'blow the joint', don't get excited, just an expression." He bounded
out of bed with a sudden burst of energy. I remained there while taking in
the sight of his nude body.  He looked down at me.

I smiled as I looked up. "Don't forget to stop by the bathroom and brush,
drink a gallon of Listerine or something to get rid of that whiskey
breath."

"You too, penis breath!"

"Hey, it smells that way from kissing you."

"Yeah, we did kiss didn't we? I can't believe it. I was just kidding about
your breath.  You tasted wonderful."

With that he moved in and gave me a peck on the nose. I loved it when he
did that.  It was his way of saying I love you. I always wiggled my nose
back at him to say I love you too. I do love him, like a brother. No, like
a twin. That is much deeper. The talk reinforced a bond that would last all
of our lives although I knew that we would eventually go our own ways.

He reached over and slapped me on the side of my butt, turned and ripped
toward the bathroom. He was racing so that we wouldn't have to decide who
goes first.  He was expelling lots of energy uselessly. I was feeling too
restful for any kind of harsh activity like racing to the
bathroom. Eventually I heard the shower running.

"Hurry up," I shouted.

Then came the sound of him gargling. I smiled to myself and shouted again
knowing that he wouldn't be able to answer me with the Listerine in his
mouth.

"Save some for my penis breath."

It was a short walk to Norm's. We didn't talk much, if any. It seemed that
all that had to be said was said. I was proud of the straightforward way
that I had handled it. Now it was up to Bob to sort it all out. That is
what he was doing now. When we were younger, it was easy for me to detect
his feelings. Now that we are older, we have learned to hide these feelings
from each other. When we were kids, "The Power" was a game with us.  At
that time, we purposely made our feelings available for detection through
our game. It was play with us. As we got older, "The Power" became less a
game. We should have realized that and not used it the way that we did. The
sex fantasies were fun, but now that we have to face reality, well what can
I say? So far, it has been devastating. Bob had a real identity problem and
he was asking for help from me. I was having the same kind of problem. I
wanted to give him all the help that I could. I was feeling helpless. I
wanted time to zap me back to when we were kids, to the time when I could
understand his emotions. I was starting to go back. The years were dropping
away.  I was drifting.  Suddenly I felt my hands pressing a cold object. I
looked down. It was the doorplate of the glass door of Norm's. It took me a
second or two to get myself together.  Bob stared at me curiously as we
both passed through the doorway.

The restaurant was crowded as it usually was for the Sunday Morning
Special. It was almost a town meeting place. Occasionally, a city official
would come in to "break bread" with his public especially if an election
was coming up. Certain ones, like the Mayor for example, would pick up the
checks for the whole house in an attempt to get more votes for his coming
reelections. We were hoping that we would be lucky and get a free meal.

This Sunday morning breakfast at Norm's was usually a family affair.  Mom
and Dad were usually with us. Most of the regulars knew us but, for those
that didn't, Bob and I attracted the attentions of the curious as being
human oddities. For a long time it seemed great but after awhile it lost
it's appeal. That alone, may be the main reason that twins start developing
there own individuality. At first, Mom dressed us alike.  Cute, but not so
much so when you get into school and start mixing with other kids. She
didn't understand about that at that time. We carried a different extra
shirt that one of us could change into on our way to the forth
grade. Finally, Dad set Mom wise.  After that, it was fun to see how
differently we could dress getting our cloths from a single wardrobe. I
can't speak for all twins but most purposely try to be different from each
other. This usually happens when it is realized that maybe they won't be
living all of their lives with each other. Take Bob for instance. He will
probably get married and raise a family but will remain as bisexual as he
show signs of being now. As for me, I would like to raise a family too but
I am starting to think that even if I do turn out bisexual, like Bob, I
will lean more toward the gay side.

We picked an empty booth in about the middle of the restaurant. Bob slid in
one side and me the other. I was facing the front door and he was facing
toward the back of the restaurant. The waitress was quick to show up with
the coffee. As she poured, we informed her that we were about to devour
most of the buffet and wanted doggie bags to take the rest home with
us. She forced as smile while pouring not knowing if we were serious or
not. We decided to drink our coffee while we waited for the buffet area to
clear. While making the necessary preparations to render the coffee
drinkable, by adding massive quantities of cream and sugar, I started the
conversation.

"You are serious about Tony, aren't you."

"I hope so. I called him while you were in the bathroom getting ready.

He's coming over."

"Man, what time will he come?" I tried not to show too much excitement.

"About five seconds after he puts it into your hot mouth? Got yah!" he
continued, "He said that he would show up at about three."

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

"He doesn't have a clue. I told him to bring over a six pack or I wouldn't
let him in."

"You are mean! I have a bizarre idea! When Tony comes over, leave it to
me." I scooted back on the seat, "I'll tell you about it later. Right now,
let's get to the food while there is some left. There is only one guy up
there and he looks like a sumo wrestler. The whole layout may be just an
appetizer for him."

While on our way to the buffet, we passed our stone face waitress. Bob
turned back and yelled, loud enough for her to hear, "Did you bring the
doggie bags, Bill?" The old bag seemed to take us seriously. I figured that
she would be standing at the door when we left to search our pockets. We
loaded up our plates and returned to the booth.

Both of us were really scarfing it down when Bob stopped and looked up at
me from his plate.

"Don't look now but the guy that just came in cruised you as he walked by.
Don't turn around to look! He just sat down and looked this way
again. Heck, he caught me looking. Now, he probably thinks that I am
interested."

I stopped chewing "What's he look like."

"Little guy; fagot."

"OK to look now?" I asked.

"Yeah. He is seated at the bar ordering."

I turned around slowly and scanned the area behind the counter. The first
waitress was serving; no. Down further, the next one was taking an
order. My eyes drifted from her to -- I jerked my head around and took a
quick focus at my plate.

"Good grief," I mumbled with my head still held in a position to look at my
plate but my eyes looking up and over at Bob, "He is the little shit that I
was telling you about.  The one that took my piss."

"Oh, the piss queen," he responded almost loud enough to be heard in the
next booth.

I was still looking down trying to hide my face. I don't know why because
the fag had already seen me. Even though I knew that he probably couldn't
tell us apart, I still wanted to hide. I kept my face down.

"Oh, he is getting up to come over."

"Hell, move your legs over, I am going to take a dive under this table."

"Cool! I'll spread them. Do me a favor while you are down there, do me."
Then he dropped his fork and reached down under the table. "Here, let me
get it out for you.  Now he was smiling and I knew that he was joking."

"I brought my head up and started to turn around to look in the direction
of the counter."

"Damn! I was just fuckin' with you but here he comes."

"Yes, and there he was approaching Bob with a friendly smile on his face."

"I know one of you, don't I? I recognized his effeminate voice from the
encounter in the restroom."

Bob was calm, composed and maybe sounded a little too sweet. "I don't think
so honey. Bob looked over at me. The visitor retained his smile until Bob
looked over at me and said. "Sweetie, do you know this fagot?

I was dumbfounded. "No, I said as I shook my head not really in answer but
in puzzlement in what Bob was going to do or say next.

It happened with much serenity and tranquillity. Bob reached up and gently
grasped the kid's collar at the neck. Then he slowly pulled him down toward
him.

There was no resistance because Bob had a pleasant smile on his face. The
homo must of thought that Bob was going to whisper sweet things into his
ear or maybe he thought that he was going to get a little kiss. Instead,
Bob's face turned from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.

In slow, deliberate words he articulated, "If you ever mess around with me
or my brother again you will lose a set of teeth. And if you don't want
that to happen right now, I would get out of here."

He jerked his collar to instill extra meaning and then let go. The guy
looked like he had just been hit in the mouth. He actually gestured his
hand up to his mouth to see if all his teeth were there. Then he turned and
hurried toward the door. The waitress was just bringing in his order. She
looked down at his empty seat and then at the front of the restaurant where
she saw him pressing against the glass door to exit.  Her mouth moved as if
she was saying, DAMN - FUCK and swung around to take the order back into
the kitchen.

We were both laughing so hard that it spread to most of the nearby
patrons. Even though they didn't know what the merriment was about, they
joined in with friendly smiles. Some of the kids were laughing just because
we were.

"I only meant for him to leave our table," Bob giggled, "not to leave the
restaurant." He started laughing again.

I whispered across the table. "You are a real mean dude. I'll call over the
waitress for the check if you promise not to rape her."

"Ugh, you're making me sick. Not only that but ----," he stopped because
the waitress was standing at our table making out the check. She must have
heard part of our conversation because she tore it from the book and
slammed it face down on the table.

"Your brunch is on the house; paid for," she blurted out in an abrupt tone.
"Give the check to the cashier when you leave and don't forget your doggie
bags."  She smiled a quick one, as if it hurt, turned, and started to walk
away. After a few steps, she looked over her shoulder to make sure that we
were looking. Then she deliberately swished her ass a couple of times. Bob
let out a whistle, softly but loud enough for her to hear.

"What did you do that for?" I could hardly speak trying to hold back the
laughter.

"Had to give the old bag a tip. Next time we come in she will treat us like
we left a hundred dollar tip."

I left a little something under my plate anyhow because I figured that she
was too ugly to make A living with that ass. As we were leaving, I looked
around for the politician that picked up the tab. Bob grabbed the check out
of my hand.

Before I could finish my search for the Good Samaritan, Bob had presented
the bill to the cashier and was holding the door open waiting for me.

On the way home, I looked at my watch. "No wonder she called it brunch.

It's a quarter past twelve."

"Well, at least we won't have to worry about eating lunch," Bob said.  "Mom
gave us a 'things to do list'." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
folded paper. After scanning the list, he looked up and me. "I didn't see
anything written down here about having sex with Tony. I guess that Mom
didn't allow time for that. We better do all of these other things before
he shows up."

TO BE CONTINUED