Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2001 22:19:24 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 7 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                      THE POWWER - PART 7
                     By GetRealGuy@aol.com


Both of us were sprawled out on the bed too 'out of it' to move.
Through the open window of our bedroom, we heard the sound of Tony
starting his truck, ribbing the engine a few times, and speeding
off. The sound died away and we drifted with it. As relaxed as we
were, I was afraid that both of us would crash and we wouldn't get
the wash or anything else done before Tony came back to pick us up.
My worries vanished when I felt Bob caress my dick, tenderly,
hugging it in his hand at first, and then giving it a sudden jerk. I
realized that he was only trying to wake me up in case I had fallen
asleep but it hurt. I was as sensitive as hell down there but at
least, he kept me from snoring. I rolled over, half asleep,
expecting to face him. Instead, he had moved over to the edge of the
bed and was on his stomach peering over the side. He seemed to be
searching for something on the floor.

"Hey," I whispered sounding groggy, "If you are looking for your
bikinis, they are downstairs in front of the couch, remember?"

"Yeah," making it sound like he had just come back to our world,
"But fuck it!" Now it sounded like he crashed landed and was ready
for survival action. "Who needs clothes anyhow?" He looked down at
his cock and directed his conversation to it. "Dick, you don't like
being penned up, do you? Wouldn't you rather be out in the air to
grow big and strong. I am just going to let you play around outside
until we get the things into the wash." Bob looked up at me wanting
me to respond to his addicts.

I was in the mood to go along with his game so I reached down and
grasped the shaft of my dick. In response, I pitched my voice like a
child at play. "Hey, don't forget me," as I spoke I manipulated my
dick like it was a puppet, squeezing and shaking it with each word
as if it were speaking, "I just want to hang out in the fresh air
too."

Bob grinned. He got a kick out of that. He grabbed his own dick,
looking down at it as he spoke directly to it, "Did you like being
in Bro's mouth?" To answer the question, he treated his cock like a
puppet also. "It was sure great," his puppet said with Bob's help,
"I really enjoyed that!" Bob looked over at me to make sure that I
heard that part, then, looking back down, continued, "Do you think
that you can get him to do it again soon?" His voice changed back to
his normal voice as he pointed his dick toward his face and he spoke
to it again to answer the puppet's question. "Yeah, I think he
will," he looked over at me again to get my reaction, "I think that
he liked it too." He directed his conversation to his puppet dick
again but this time he spoke to it in a more grown-up voice. "Bill
and I have some work to do before you can have your fun so you will
have to wait a little while."

I knew that that part was directed to me. I was really taken by the
sentiment, most of all, the way that he presented it. This was Bob's
own way of thanking me, letting me know that he not only approved of
what had happened, but also telling me that he wanted more. I
decided not to "go serious" on him to let him know how I felt. I
grabbed my puppet again.

"Bill told me that he really enjoyed doing what he did," I said in
the voice of the puppet, "now you guys get the work done that you
have to do and let me enjoy my freedom. Just let me hang and watch
you guys work." To emphasize the next few words, I slapped the head
of my puppet cock against my leg with each word. "Now - Get - To  -
Work!" I jumped off the bed into a standing position, ready to
start.

The number one priority was to get the beds stripped, get clean
sheets on them and get the dirty sheets into the washer. We worked
together on Mom and Dad's bed. Bob quickly gathered up the old
sheets and dropped them in the hallway on his way to our room. I
followed with the pillowcases, dropping them on the pile. Bob made
quick work of his bed and was on his way out as I brushed past him
on my way in.

"The clean sheets are on your bed. I'll get the whites out of the
close hamper and the stuff in the hall. Bring your old sheets down,
meet you at the washer," his last words bumped as he rumbled down
the stairs.

It was turning out to be a quick operation. Bob and I passed each
other in the kitchen, he, on his way from the laundry room and me,
with a bundle of sheets, on my way there. I was soon shoving my
stuff into the machine, while pushing down the load already in there
before starting the cycle, when my hand felt something wet. I
grabbed at the wet patch, pulling it out to examine it. It was
exactly what I anticipated. What else could it be but pure cum and a
rather large amount of it. It couldn't be Bob's; I swallowed every
drop of his. It had to be either mine or Tony's. I was so addicted
to it that I could smell it from a foot away. Admittedly, I became a
little excited and even maybe sexually aroused but I suppressed it
with the horrifying thought that some may have leaked through to the
mattress on Mom and Dad's bed. I put soap in the machine, bleach in
the dispenser, started the cycle, and split for their bedroom to
check the mattress. After a thorough search of the scene of the
crime, I concluded that we hadn't left any incriminating evidence
behind. I was relieved, not only because the mattress was alright
but because our work was finished except for putting the clean
sheets on my bed. Bob was probably putting his on right then. Maybe
I could give him some help, I thought, then he could help me so that
we could finish faster. I moved down the hall, toward our bedroom
with that thought.

As I entered our bedroom I stopped short. I froze, literally
standing on one foot, with the surprise of seeing Bob, in the buff,
facing that famous full-length mirror on the closet door. Due to the
location of the mirror, the doorway, where I was standing, was not
visible to him. I stood there feasting my eyes on his beautiful
body. Within the past year or so, he had replaced his narrow boyish
frame with wide broad shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist.
And, best of all, he had developed mussels in his butt that bubbled
out and flexed as he moved. What a great ass, I thought, as I looked
on. Man I would love to run my tongue along that tight crack. I had
to stop myself before I got too involved in such a pleasant thought
and proceed with what I was doing.

Feeling a little devilish, I thought that I would sneak up on him
and surprise the hell out of him. As I took my first few sneak steps
toward him, I decided to add more of a shock by giving him a bear
hug from behind and rubbing my half hard on that beautiful ass that
I had been admiring. I slithered in close enough to rap both of my
arms around his waist, squeezed and settled my dick in that crack.

"Playing with yourself again Bro?" I shouted in his ear. He didn't
even jump. I put my chin on his shoulder and looked into his face in
the mirror.

"No, I saw you sneaking up. I was just waiting to see what you were
going to do."

I rubbed his bare butt with my flaccid cock. "I thought that I
better not try anything like sticking my cock up your ass because
you might turn into Clint Eastwood again and make your day by
pissing on me."

That got a grin out of him. "Hey, we better put the new sheets on
the beds and get dressed for Tony's party," he sputtered while
trying to catch his breath as I squeezed him tighter.

"We have plenty of time. We have at least fifteen or twenty minutes
before we have to change the things to the dryer," I squeezed him
tighter. "Let me hold you for a second. Your body feels so good."

"Yours too! We don't get to do this often enough."

"You know what looking at you in this mirror reminds me of?" I said
letting a little emotion creep out.

"Sure, the first time that 'The Power' made you shoot your wad,
right?"

"Right on! 'The Power', with your help! I owe you one for that." I
reached around and took his soft cock into my hand. "Now it's your
turn."

I released his dick and moved to his side leaving one arm around his
waist. My first thought was to try to remember the same words that
he used back when I had my first orgasm, instead I embarked on my
own fantasy. It was nothing more than what I would say to myself to
bring on not only an erection but almost a hypnotic state.

"Now look straight ahead into the mirror," I said using slow
deliberate words. "Look at that thing hanging between your legs." I
paused to see how he was responding.

"See how it hangs," I said slowly. "Now close your eyes and picture
what you just saw." He closed his eyes. "Now feel the blood rushing
into it." His eyelids were fluttering. "Feel it tingle as it
swells," I spoke slowly. "Now stop the blood. Hold it back," I
commanded, "Let it build up. Hold it," I stretched out the words,
"Ho--ld it."

"MMMMMM," he let out a moan that was more like a long deep hum as he
held his breath.

"Now open your eyes but keep holding it back." I looked to see if
his eyes were open. "Now look at that cock and release the blood."

"FU-ahhh-CK," he exhaled.

"Watch it! Watch it!" I commanded in a loud but mellow tone.

"Man -- Oh, man," he responded as if he was talking to his self,
"Look at that thing grow! Wow!-- Huge, man!"

My eyes took in his torso. He was developing a great six-pack. He
was flexing his entire mid-section in and out in his excitement. The
very words that he spoke when I was standing in front of the same
mirror came back to me and I spoke them. "Man! That is one huge
cock. Look at that thing!"

He joined in, "Hard man! Big, thick and hard!" His eyes were glued
on it.

My eyes were glued on it too. I was amazed with how fast it went
from a flaccid, fully relaxed state, to the raving monster that
looked like it was about to burst out of its skin. I was proud that
I could make it happen. Of course, I had Bob's help, not to mention
"The Power". When we were kids, "The Power" was a mysterious game
with us. Then as we grew up, it slowly became so "matter of fact"
that it lost most of its mystique. Lately, we started to gain
control of it again, Bob, more so than me. As I watched Bob make his
dick jump up and down, I was convinced that I had mastered it again.
I was really proud of myself.

"Man, look what you made me do," Bob said excitedly, giving me all
of the credit. He reached down and grabbed it. "Now what?"

"Now," I said calmly, "I am going to suck you off, even if I have to
tie you down and gag you to do it."

"If you insist," he said as if he was giving up. "There is some
close-line rope hanging on a nail in the garage. I'll get the gag."

At first, I thought he was kidding but when he moved toward the
bottom dresser drawer, I knew he was serious. I remembered that our
western scarves were in there. They were once 'the thing' but now we
kept them just in case they came back into vogue."

Without hesitation, I found myself leaping down the stairs, two or
even three at a time, on my way to the garage. As I ran through the
kitchen, my dick was flopping from leg to leg calling my attention
to the fact that I was without clothes. At the time I didn't give a
fuck, I was far too excited to care if I did flash the neighbors or
anyone else. It was a short run to the garage but since I was in the
nude, I may have, unknowingly, broken a speed record.

What seem to be seconds, I was back into the bedroom standing over
Bob. I was taken with the sight of him in bed, spread-eagled, gag in
place, with his pole upright and ready for a waving flag. Or, Better
yet, my wagging tongue. I started sorting through the pieces of rope
to find the pieces that I needed to do the job. The bundle was from
discarded close-line rope that was no longer needed since the advent
of the dryer. It was easy to find four pieces of the length that I
needed. Bob sat up and slowly raked one through my hand as if he was
drawing straws. Still with his gag in place, he wrapped the end
around his ankle and tied it. I stopped to watch how he did it
before proceeding to tie the rope around his other ankle and
similarly tied ropes to each of his wrists. After I finished, he
laid back down again stretching each of his limbs toward one of the
four bedposts.

This whole thing was strange to me. I wasn't exactly sure what my
part in this was. Maybe this was something that Bob read, or heard
about, or maybe he just wanted to be raped. Then I thought, maybe he
wanted me to be more aggressive toward him. It must have been that.
That way, I could do anything I wanted to him and he would have to
lay there and take it. Yes, Bob was offering me a chance to do
whatever I wanted to his body. The thought of that excited me into
action. I pulled each of the ropes until they were taught and tied
each of them to the nearest bedpost. Then, I reached over and got
the pillow off my bed. Placing it under his head, along with the one
already there, raised his head enough so he could see everything
that I was going to do to him.

My first impulse was to go for his hard dick immediately. He was
actually waving it at me by using that super mussel control that he
had. Instead, I wanted to get him so hot, without touching his dick,
that he would be on the brink of shooting a geyser. Then, I would
deep throat him and enjoy every drop of his cum. I started on his
nipples by licking in a fairly wide circle, slowly spiraling inward
to the tip. There, I took his nipple in my teeth and nipped at it.
It was easy to tell how far I could go without hurting him. When I
was giving him pleasure, his moans were deep in his throat and deep
in tone. If the pitch of his moans were higher, resembling a stifled
cry, I knew that his sensitivity was peaked and to go too much
beyond that point might result in pain. To keep him at that peak was
my intent. While I nibbled on his one nipple, I grasped his other
with the thumb and forefinger and gently twisted in one direction,
then the other. I slowly increased the force of my pinch to test how
close I was to his threshold. The three or four rapid yelps that
came from underneath the gag told me that I had gone far enough. I
took my mouth from his nipple and replaced it with my thumb and
forefinger. Continuing the twisting with both hands, I moved down
toward his navel licking as I went. As I neared his dick, it started
to jump in anticipation. I followed a path that led to his scant
patch of pubic hairs. I purposely nipped at his hairs like a grazing
animal, pulling and tugging at them with my lips. The hairs tickled
my nose as I worked my way to the very base of his cock and poked at
it with my tongue. His cock was jumping wildly along with the lower
part of his body. I drew back to watch the progress. Each time he
bucked, I could see the head of his cock swell a little more. The
ridge around the crown was sharply flared. Looking on, I closed my
mouth tightly to keep my tongue from darting out to taste the drop
of precum that glistened on the very tip. At the time, his cock was
not my objective but his balls were. My tongue, guided by the
position of the rest of my body, moved around the base of his cock
until I was down between the spread of his legs. My nose was nestled
in his ball sack.

I had a real fascination for testicles. To me, they were the very
heart of masculinity. My appraisal was the bigger, the more
masculine. Tony's balls were bigger than Bob's or my own. I quickly
found out that I could get one of Bob's balls all the way into my
mouth. I couldn't do that with Tony's. It was great and it was
obviously driving Bob wild. That, in turn, excited me. I tugged each
of them separately with my lips being extra careful not to do any
careless scraping with my teeth.

Bob was bucking freakishly. "Untie me! My hands!" he yelled.

I was startled as the sound of his voice echoed from the walls. It
was not muffled by the gag. I looked up to see that he had worked
the gag off. Quickly I moved up and knelt in the triangle made by
his two outstretched arms and the headboard of the bed. I reached
over and undid one of his wrists. As soon as his arm was released,
he reached around my hip and took my erection into his hand. I
hurried to get his other wrist untied. He gently pulled on my cock
forcing me to turn by body around so that his head was between my
knees. Completely turned around and now facing the foot of the bed,
I could see Bob's magnificent cock.

I felt myself relax as I lowered my body over his. I put my hands to
the mattress to position myself so that I could just touch the tip
of his cock with my outstretched tongue. At first I thought it was
my imagination. I bent my neck down to look between our bodies. I
watched with anticipation as Bob licked the end of my dick. He
pulled back the foreskin and circled the cap with his tongue. My
whole body shivered as I saw him take in the head. I could feel his
tongue still circling the head even though the complete crown was
out of sight and in his mouth. Still tonguing the end, he took more
into his mouth. The pillows under his head were restricting his
movement so he was slowly moving his whole body downward toward the
foot of the bed to give us both more freedom. By degrees, I was
moving my body along with his. The ropes, still tied around his
ankles, were slack and I suspected that his feet were hanging off
the end of the bed. He reached up and grasped the base of my cock to
steady it. Then he raised his head off the mattress below and took
about half of my dick into his mouth. He backed off and did it again
but this time he took just a little more. He continued moving up and
down my shaft with a slow, uniform rhythm. Each time he took more
and more of me until his lips were actually hitting the fist that he
had locked around the base. Suddenly all action stopped. Immediately
I became aware that he had removed his grip on my cock. With a hand
on each of my hips, he pulled me down toward his mouth. I yielded to
his pull.

"Ahhh! Fuck," I shouted. I could feel his lips press into my pubic
hairs. I couldn't believe it. He was deep throating me. I felt his
throat mussels pulsing.

"Ahhh! He yelled as he arched his body off the mattress.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took one plunge all the way
to the base on his jumping cock. I wasn't too late. He bucked his
body as his first shot went off. I was so excited that my body
thought it was me that was shooting, and it was. His second shot
came as my first unloaded into his mouth. I wondered why he hadn't
gagged yet as I was doing. His gagging was soon to follow. He
quickly pulled me out trying to catch his breath as I shot another
load into his face. I rolled off and started licking the cum that I
had missed. I took a final plunge to see if I could take it all
again. He bucked and screamed as I felt his pubic hairs on my lips
again. I pulled his cock out with my lips still holding on tightly
so that it made a loud popping sound as it left my mouth. I rolled
over on my back, exhausted.

Bob was first to speak although he had not caught his breath yet.
"Man, that was sensation -" he was unable to finish the word because
he was breathless. "Man," he swallowed hard because he still
couldn't speak, "had no idea that it was going to be that great." He
took another deep breath and then screamed out as loud as he could,
"WOW!"

I stared up at the ceiling trying to catch my breath. Bob's face
came into view. He kissed me on the end of the nose, moved back, and
watched me wiggle my nose in approval.

"Hey, we better get cleaned up and get dressed before Tony gets
here," he slapped my butt as I turned over to get up.

What happened next was funny to me but I managed to hold back and
softy snicker instead of letting go with the loud laughter that it
deserved. Bob forgot that his feet were still tied to the bedpost
when he tried to get out of bed.

"Shit! Dum-dum! Shit!" he yelled, not hurt, but discussed with his
self. He bent down immediately to untie his self. "Boy, they didn't
teach you much in the Boy Scouts," he said as he picked at the knot.
I moved over to undo the other knot.

While we were both fully involved untying the knots, without
warning, two short horn blasts signaled that Tony had arrived to
pick us up. Bob showed both surprise and panic as he franticly
picked at the knot. Luckily, it only took seconds, with both of us
working, to free him.

"Fuck, no time to clean up. Get dressed fast." Bob was slipping into
his pants already; "I'll run out. You go and get the beer out of the
refrig. Meet you out there!"

I scurried to the kitchen dressing on the way. The front door
slammed as Bob left the house. After grabbing the beer from the
refrigerator and pushing one into each of my hip pockets, I slipped
the third one under my T-shirt so that it was trapped between my
stomach and the waistband of my jeans. As I started to leave, I
remembered that I forgot to leave Mom a note like we always did when
she wasn't around to let her know where we would be. The note pad
with a pencil was always on top of the refrigerator. I quickly
scrawled out a note saying that we went out to eat and may take in a
movie after. Before I left through the back door, I slipped it under
one of those magnets on the refrigerator door. On the way to the
front of the house I complimented myself on the ingenious way that I
worded the note. I didn't lie. We were going out to eat, but at
Tony's. As for taking in a movie, maybe we would, but not at a
theatre but on Tony's TV.

When I got to the front of the house I could see Bob standing, his
arm was outstretched with his hand pressed against the passenger
door. As I came closer, I could see that he was talking to a girl
who had just leaned further out of the window and was shaking Bob's
hand. It had to be Jan, I thought.

Bob continued to hold her hand while he turned around and saw me
approaching.
"And, this is my Bro - Bill!" he said trying to be as formal as he
could. He let go of her hand as she moved it toward my outstretched
hand.

"You must be Jan," I said with a friendly grin.

"Looks like they didn't throw away the mold after they made one of
you, they went ahead and made another," she said.

"It might look that way but there will never be two of us, believe
me," I caught Bob's eye as I said it.

"One is enough," Bob said looking back at me.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Jan said shyly as she looked into
Bob's eyes.

"Hey," yelled Tony from the driver's side, "you guys will have to
ride in back, jump in!"

"Great!" Bob yelled back, "we've been working hard. The air will
cool us off." Both of us ran to the back of the truck. Bob hurdled
the tailgate first.

As I went over the tailgate the can of beer slipped out of my
waistband and rolled all the way up to the wall of the cab. It
bounced off and was caught before it spun by Bob. It didn't go
unheard by Tony. He stuck his head out of the drivers window and
yelled.

"Hey, if that was what I think it is, I am glad that you remembered
but keep it out of site. Put it in with the groceries."

I emptied both of my pockets, passed them to Bob who slipped each of
them into the box of groceries that he was straddling.

Bob was seated, facing toward the rear with his back pressed against
the drivers side of the cab with his right arm hanging over the
side. I took the other corner, behind the passenger side of the cab.

Tony's place was East of downtown. We passed the school and then
beyond to the outskirts. Although we were just a few miles from
town, we were suddenly out in the country. It wasn't actually rural
but as compared to where we lived, it was country. We slowed, making
a right turn onto an unpaved road with vacant fields on both sides.
I poked my head around the side of the cab to see where we were
headed. I saw, what I assumed to be the house with a smaller
dwelling next to it. There was no distinct driveway to the front of
the house, but more of a large flat area in which we spun a half
circle and made a sudden stop. Bob looked over at me and I at him.
We were impressed at what we saw. The whole panorama resembled
something out of a western movie except for the backdrop of a wooded
area which was definitely not western or desert. The space, the
house, it was not at all what we expected. The house was one story,
long and low and was not of the wood and brick that you saw
elsewhere in town. A slightly pitched roof extended out so that it
sheltered what seemed to be a patio floor instead of the usual
elevated porch.

After a quick tour of the house we relaxed under the shelter of a
rather spacious gazebo in back. Jan served us a type of fruit
flavored iced tea that she claimed to be her own concoction. I think
that Bob was disappointed that it contained herbs instead of
alcohol. One of the herbs I recognized immediately was that of mint.
Right away I felt that Jan was trying to avoid serving alcohol, in
any form to us because we were minors. I was sure that we wouldn't
see our three cans of beer again as long a she was serving.

It was still too early to start with the food preparations. Jan
bought out some hors d'oeuvres and set them down on a small table
between the two wicker chairs where Bob and I were seated. Then she
stood up and went to the same type of chair closest to Bob and stood
in front of it instead of sitting down. The chairs were arranged in
kind of a semi-circle to conform with the outside shape of the
gazebo. Tony's chair was next to mine. It was almost like the
seating arrangement had been predetermined.

Is there anything else I can get you? She said to the both of us. Is
the ice tea ok? I have soda, coke, or most any kind of fruit juice,
or even vegetable -," realizing that vegetable juice wasn't
something that we would go for, she didn't finish the sentence.

"Do you have any beer?" Bob said casually.

Jan looked over at Tony. Tony nodded his head at Jan.

"Yep, I think we have three and that is all. One for each of us and
that's it."

I winked at Bob. He got the beer that he wanted. I didn't think that
he would but all he had to do was ask.

After we got settled, I started a trivial conversation. Among other
things I complimented her on her hors d'oeuvre tray. Her response
was modest but she made a point to mention that she was the one that
made the hors d'oeuvres for all of the catering that Norm's
restaurant did. During the conversation Bob also found out that she
was only a few years older than us having graduated a only a few
years ago. I could tell by where the conversation was headed that
Bob was zeroing in on her. Meanwhile I was just being a good
listener while the two of them chatted on. Tony was completely out
of the conversation. I looked toward him to find him looking
straight at me. He brought his hand down from the arm of the chair
until his fingers rested lightly on his knee. Out of the corner of
my eye I notice that he purposely move his hand toward his crotch.
As I followed his movement I couldn't help but notice that he had a
hard-on and it was really showing. I glanced quickly at Bob and Jan.
They were so tied up in their conversation that Tony and I didn't
even exist. I signaled back with a smile and swiped across my own
dick to let him know that I saw that he was aroused. I was getting
that way too. The situation seemed a little awkward until Bob, still
not noticing what was going on between Tony and me, suddenly stood
and announced that he was going into the house to help Jan with the
fixings. Jan was well ahead of him, to show him the way.

"Well," I guess it's time for me to get the coals started." He got
to his feet and tried to adjust the bulge in his pants so that he
was able to walk. "Come on Bill, you can help me." Tony motioned for
me to follow him. Luckily, Bob and Jan had their backs turned and
were entering the house so they didn't see him adjusting his hard-on
again. This time, he made no effort to hide it. "Follow me. Let's go
and get the charcoal. It's back here in the shed."

I followed him to a rather large shed that was located behind the
larger dwelling that I saw from the street. He pushed the door open
with this shoulder, the door swung in. I stepped back and looked. I
expected to see Tony inside, ahead of me but he wasn't to be seen. I
stepped in and cleared the door. I heard the door shut behind me.
With the door shut, the daylight streamed through the spaces left
between the wooden planks that made up the door, giving the whole
inside of the shed an eerie effect. Tony was silhouetted against the
door. He slowly moved downward as if his legs were collapsing. Then
he reached out, placing both of his big hands on my butt and pulled
me toward him. After he had pulled me in range, he fumbled at the
top snap of my jeans.

"Man, I can't," I tried to pull away, "Bob and I just had sex."

"Did you cum?" he asked as he slipped my jeans down to my knees.

"That's just it," I pleaded, "you came to pick us up earlier than we
expected and I didn't have time to clean up."

He pressed his nose against my stomach and inhaled as he moved
lower. "That's great!"

He inhaled again. I felt his tongue forcing it's way into my piss
hole. Then around the head. That is when the blood started rushing
to that spot. The shaft didn't even have time to stiffen before the
crown was engorged and became extremely sensitive. He pulled back
the foreskin to give it room to expand. That is when he discovered
that there was some more cum trapped under there. He ran his tongue
around the under edge of the flared cap, completely around it's
perimeter. It was driving me crazy. I thought that if he kept it up,
I would cum again. He must have sensed that because he circled the
globe about four or five times more. Them it happened. I let out a
long moan just before I had the contraction for the first hit. It
erupted in a blast. His mouth engulfed the whole head as he
swallowed hard. I rewarded him with two more eruptions. The last, he
took deep as I slid into his mouth all the way down to the base of
my cock. I held the back of his head as I felt his throat close
around it as he swallowed. I was so spent that I couldn't move my
hand to release his head. He stayed there for the longest while, not
moving. His body shook for a second and then he backed off with a
loud moan. My legs felt like rubber and I wasn't sure I could remain
standing.

"Are you alright?" Tony asked as he looked up at me and started to
get to his feet. He teetered some also as he said; "Now you are
clean. Any time you want me to clean you up, just let me know." Tony
was still breathing hard while he finished dressing me. He gave
'dyeing warrior' a token kiss before tucking it in, snapping the top
and zipping me up.

I was still out of it as I sat back in my wicker chair watching Tony
start the coals. I finally got to my feet and walked over to him. He
was stooping, picking up some charcoal briquettes that he had
dropped, when he looked up into my crotch.

"Man, that was nice. Do you come that much all of the time?"

"Three times so far today. Would have been four if you didn't show
up early when you came over this afternoon."

"Been three times for me today too. Once right after I got the call
from Bob this morning asking me to come over. Then with you guys and
just a few minutes ago when I was doing you.

"Just now? When you did me? You didn't even have it out of your
pants."

"That's for sure. Sometimes I think that I must have a 'clit' in the
back of my throat," he cleared his throat and smiled. "My shorts are
wet as hell. I wanted to get these coals going good before I go in
to get the meat. I'll change then." With that, he started walking
toward the house.

I slipped back into the chair thinking how great it was to have a
guy get so excited sucking me off that he could shoot without
touching him self. I had to smile at that. If Tony only knew that I
was probably just as addicted to the taste of cum as he was. Tony
was great; he was so much like me. Like Bob too. Bob was interested
in Tony because Tony was bisexual, like Bob himself wanted to be. In
spite of the great sex that Bob and I had a few hours ago, I still
considered Bob as being bisexual. That would never change. Tony had
already become a great influence on him. As I glanced up from the
glow of the charcoal, Tony was standing there. He had a serious look
on his face.

"Anything wrong?" I asked.

"Not sure. That depends on you."

"Is Bob fucking Jan of the kitchen table or something like that?"
kidding, but grinning nervously, not knowing what to expect.

"No, not exactly, but almost. I do hope that you understand."

"Hey, I don't get jealous at what Bob does with girls or, other
guys. Hey, we have a special relationship. He understands me, and I
understand him."

"I only assumed that because you two have sex together you guys were
--"

"Lovers? Shit no! In fact you made it possible for me to suck him
off for the first time."

"I did?" he acted surprised.

"Yes, this afternoon when the three of us were in bed, you stuck his
dick into my mouth. That was the first time, them I did it again
while we were sixty nineing just before you picked us up to bring us
here."

"Man, that is hard to believe," he said while he put the stakes on
the barbecue grill.

I moved in closer, "It's true! And I have you to thank for it," I
said sincerely, "you don't know how hard it was to get to that point
and you made it all possible."

He was taken with my sincerity, "I didn't realize that it was the
first time that you sucked him. Great dick isn't it?" he looked away
from me and down at the stakes as he turned each of them. "Your
first time!" he smiled and shook his head as he said it. Then he
looked up a me quickly, "like your meat rare?"

"Right, and for Bob too."

"Jan likes hers medium well so I will leave this one on just a
little longer," he jabbed one of the stakes with the long fork as he
said it. He looked up at me again, "Hey, I am glad that I did what
ever I did to cause it." He reached over and grabbed my hand and
held on to it. Bob saw us holding hands as he approached but he
pretended that he didn't by quickly focusing on the stakes on the
grill.

"Wow, sure smells good!" Bob yelled out to get our attention. He was
holding a large tray loaded with bowls of food. He set the tray down
on the nearby table.

Jan followed with the dishes and utensils. We all pitched in to set
the table and in no time we were enjoying the feast. The
conversation was great. Several times when Bob was paying special
attention to Jan I caught Tony sneaking a look at me to observe my
reaction.

The meal was a great success. We sat around the table and talked
about most everything except sex because of Jan. She was great. I
could see why Bob liked her but I had my eye on Tony.

"Hey, let's get cleared up here and go into the house. It's getting
too dark."

"Great!" Bob said as he as he turned to Jan, "I'll help get these
things into the house."

"No, there is no need for that," Jan said.

"I want to," Bob insisted. I didn't see it but I bet that he winked
at her as he said it. They went off together, Bob carrying the large
tray stacked with empty serving dishes while Jan followed carrying a
few things that couldn't be put on the try.

After they entered the house, Tony and I were alone. I went over to
him while he was cleaning the grill.

"Anything that I can do?"

"Nah, this just takes a minute while it's hot."

"Tony, I notice you are concerned about Bob and my relationship," I
said seriously," If you haven't figured it out yet, Bob is bisexual
like you. He fucks girls when he gets the chance."

"He will get the chance with Jan," he remarked. "I can tell that she
goes for him. Don't get me wrong. I let her have her way with other
guys. That is the way with us. I am all for it if you are." He had
just finished cleaning the grill, put away the brush, and was
walking towards me.

"Hey, that is super with me. I wouldn't want it any other way," I
said to him as I felt his arm slip around my waist.

"I wouldn't either," Tony whispered into my ear as he gave me a
little kiss there.

Arm and arm, like a couple of lovers, we walked toward the house.

TO BE CONTINUED

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