Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2015 14:38:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Practice Dummy, Chapter 4, gay incest

THE PRACTICE DUMMY
by Kevin Donovan

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The following story  contains graphic descriptions of sex among males, some
of whom are related.  All such acts are understood to be consensual acts
between persons of legal age where you live.  However, these persons do not
exist.  This work is entirely fictional, intended as fantasy masturbatory
fodder for adults who choose to view such material, and for whom it is
legal to do so.  If that does not describe you, leave now.  These fictional
guys are safe having unsafe sex:  You are not.  Suit up.

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CHAPTER FOUR
POKER NIGHT.  LET THE POKING BEGIN


 "Bo, I have an idea for getting you, Alex, and Will some extra practice in
the sack.  Not that I'm getting tired of your mouth and ass or anything,
far from it.  But you said you need practice.  This could be fun.  It could
also increase my standing as a provider of quality entertainment for my
broader-minded friends.  Or it could result in all of us being persona non
grata in this town forevermore.  But nothing worth having is without risk."

 Bo looked up expectantly from his book.  Judge was standing, naked and
hard, beside Bo's bed.

 "It must be good, if it's got you hard already."

 "Nah, I'm always hard this time of day.  But I do think it's pretty good.
Why don't you blow me, and I'll tell you about it while you're sucking."

 Judge sprawled in the center of Bo's mattress, and Bo straddled his thighs
to commence sucking his luscious cock.  He never tired of his brother's
meat, despite its length and girth.  It was simply delicious, as meat and
as sauce.

 "You know, Sunday is my cards night, and this week it happens that we have
no school on Monday.  Well, I thought I might get the word out to my most
trustworthy friends, with some help from Parker, that this week, we will
have some special entertainment.  I could get up two tables of six or seven
guys--one guy would be out all but the first hand.  This is where you come
in. You, Alex, and Will are the special entertainment.  Two of you are on
duty in the two bedrooms all the time, but you rotate--every half hour one
of you gets off, and the one that was off takes his place.  That way, you
stay in a bedroom for an hour, then you have half an hour out.  When you're
out, you keep refreshment topped off at the tables.  And every half hour,
the guy who "won" that time period at each table gets a free half hour
break in one of the bedrooms.  That will put most of the guys cycling
through all evening, maybe more than once.  But these winners won't know
who they're going in with until they gets there.  While in the bedroom,
they can use the one of you in there anyway they want.  So you guys have to
be ready for anything."

 "How in fuck will you get those jock friends of yours to sign on for
this?"

 "Well, last week I sort of suggested that I could get some special
entertainment for the game, if they wanted, not in front of the bigger
prudes, but a group of the cooler guys. I suggested a certain amount of
suction would be involved, and it would be free. They began to speculate on
what girls at school might be willing to come over and blow guys for
free. Bottom line: nobody they could imagine, and if they were willing,
they'd be skanks. 'Well, I didn't say girls. I said suction. Maybe not JUST
suction, maybe slick, tight holes. But not necessarily girls.' Some of them
laughed and 'ewwwed" about it, but in the end, they all agreed that a hole
is a hole, and they are horny enough nearly all the time to fuck a
knot-hole. Our buddy Andrew even told the old joke about the difference
between a straight jock and a gay jock: One sixpack.  'As long as it's not
sheep or goats,' Layne said. I assured him I could do much better than
that. 'There's guys that owe me big time,' I said. 'That will do whatever I
ask them to do. They're clean and good-looking, and they don't talk like
girls always do, so you're safe with my guys.  Don't worry about it, a fun
time will be had by all—and no one goes home pregnant, or scared they
just fathered a ball-and-chain.' Those guys, plus half a dozen more I'm
sure of, will make a good orgy for you guys.  Plus, with Parker working on
it, too, I know he will recruit some open-minded jock types."

 "I know Will has been hot to get invited to one of your games. He won't
turn this down. And Alex—when has he ever turned his nose up at a hard
cock? You can count us in. But--and this is big--you have to be very sure
they won't go homophobe on you, and ruin your life, and ours, in this
town."

 "Park and I have that covered.  You see, between the two of us, we know
shit about every one of our friends that could burn their cookies just as
bad."

 "Then do it."

 Judge did.

 Sunday night, Will and Alex arrived by 5:00 to help get things set up for
the party.  Alex actually brought brownies, two big pans of them. Will had
picked up the chips and dips, and Judge had a pizza delivery scheduled for
9:00 o'clock. The fridge was stocked with sodas, and Parker was to bring in
a case of beer and a cooler—he had a contact at a local convenience
store who would buy for him and take it out later on his brother Will's
ass, which Parker was beginning to use as a kind of alternative currency
under select circumstances. The boys set up two poker tables, with double
sets of poker chips. Then the three entertainers went back to the shower
together to wash one another and get their asses all cleaned out and lubed
up. By the time guests started arriving just before 7:00, they were ready
to make men happy.

 "I'm afraid Judge has this thing TOO organized," Alex fretted.  "I mean,
how can he really expect a bunch of horny guys to ejaculate at half-hour
intervals."

 "They don't have to," Will quipped.  "They just have to move on to the
next thing, whether they came or not."

 "Alex, I think half an hour is generous.  The real issue is what will we
do with them for the twenty-five minutes remaining, AFTER they ejaculate."
That was my brilliant two cents.

 "Like I said, this seems iffy to me."  Some of the guys were pretty
surprised when Will and Bo, as well as Alex, came out to join them around
7:20. All twelve had showed up, and they had grabbed beers and made
themselves plates of snacks. They were stripped down for the customary
naked poker night, though three still wore boxers, and one had on a
tee-shirt, too.

 "Shit, guys," said Tyler Martin to Judge and Parker, "you're pimping out
your own brothers? Damn, that's cold!"

 Parker, and most of the guys, just laughed, but Judge responded, "Fuck,
man, only the best for you fuckers. Like I said, they owe us. Just enjoy."

 Under his breath, Lenny Brewster commented, "Damn if this don't even the
score, I don't know what would!" and several heard and laughed.

 The players began to gather around the tables. Judge, naked as usual,
pointed at his brother and then gestured under the table. Bo slid
underneath quickly, while there was an opening to squeeze into.  Judge took
his chair, but kept it out from the table a bit more than usual.

 Meanwhile, Parker, at the other table, did the same with Will. Alex
remained free to clear away trash and bring fresh beverages on request. The
decks were shuffled, and the games began. Few eyes were on the cards being
dealt, though. The back of Bo's head was visible above his brother's
crotch, rising and falling rhythmically. Judge had a very satisfied
expression on his face, but he made no audible comments or groans. A
similar scene was being played out at the next table. The hand was
played. Taylor won at Judge's table, and Andy at Parker's. Judge gave Bo a
grateful head-rub, and Bo's head disappeared under the table. As the next
hand was being dealt, that head turned up at the lap of Taylor, the winner
of the hand. Taylor cried out in surprise and pleasure as he felt wet lips
engulf his dick.

 "Hey, man, give me good cards. I gotta win this next hand," joked Mike,
next to Taylor, as he watched Bo's head go up and down on his neighbor's
lap.

 From the other table, a cry went up as Will chowed down on Andy's cute
pecker.

 Alex brought Parker a second beer, and stood beside him momentarily,
observing the table for any needs, and watching the game. Parker idly
rested his hand on Alex's butt-cheek. Alex smiled. Parker's fingers
migrated to Alex's butt-cleft, and his middle finger slipped inside Alex's
lubed-up hole. He wiggled it about inside, found Alex's butt-nut, and
pressed. Alex's dick shot up as if spring-released, and a small glob of
white goo shot out of it onto the edge of the table. He grunted. All of
this, of course, was lost on no one. Alex bent and licked up the spill,
then turned and drifted over to Judge's table, where Bo was just receiving
Taylor's over-eager ejaculate.

 "Quick trigger there, Taylor," commented Jason.

 "Yeah, fuck you. You try to hold back under this kind of stimulation."

 "Glad to."

 Jason won the hand, and ten minutes later, he, too, let fly into Bo's
throat with embarrassing quickness.

 "See there?" jibed Taylor.

 "Well, fuck, he just sucks it right out of you. Can't help it," was
Jason's feeble defense.

 Judge won a hand and received a second blow. Then Mark took one, and got
his wick wet. About that time, Alex's phone timer went off. Judge and
Parker stood and let their brothers out from beneath the table. All three
entertainers went down the hall to the bedroom area.

 "Tally up, guys. Who's up the most at each table?"

 That proved to be Taylor and Andy.

 "OK, you two get the first break. Go back and pick a bedroom, and just go
on in. Your prize awaits you. Whatever you want, for half an hour. Then you
rejoin us, and the next winner takes your place."

 Blushing, the two card sharks rose, each more than half-hard, to move
toward paradise in the rear of the building.  Andy had been wearing his
boxers, but he came out of them fast and tossed them into a convenient
corner. There were general cat-calls and jibes following in their direction
as the ten remaining players expressed their envy in laughter and
good-natured derision. Cards were dealt, and the game resumed.

 In the back, Bo was in his own bed, and Alex had taken Judge's. Each was
outfitted with clean sheets, and there were a couple of spares folded on
the dressers, in case spills got out of hand during the evening. Will was
waiting in the bathroom until the two winners had made their choices. Andy
took Door Number One, Judge's room, with Alex, and Taylor took Door Number
Two, with Bo.

 Each room was lit only by a candle.

 "Come on in. Join me," Bo greeted Taylor, as he scooted over to make
room. "You've had a blow-job. What would you like now? Another? Or a nice,
long fuck?"

 "You'd let me fuck you?"

 Bo shrugged. "I'm your prize. Whatever you want."

 Taylor lay on his back, dick soaring. "I've never done this with a guy. I
don't know what to do."

 "Exactly like with a girl, except the slot is further back, and I guess
you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to."

 "Well, that's how I'd start out with a girl."

 Bo rolled over, placing his torso above Taylor's. He planted a deep, sexy
kiss on his surprised lover. "Then that's how we'll play it, Stud."

 Taylor didn't complain. He responded, opening his mouth for the follow-up,
and even giving some tongue-play. He was not, Bo noted privately, anywhere
near Judge or Parker's caliber as a kisser. Nor Alex or Will's, either, for
that matter. But the lip-lock got the boys started. From there, Bo went
down on his partner's arm-pits and nips, and then Taylor seemed to awake
and begin to assert himself in his top role. He rolled Bo over and assumed
the dominant position. His hard dick, about a seven-incher, but thick,
poked at Bo's perineum. Then suddenly, on a random poke, it just slid up
his poop-chute in one, wet thrust. Taylor grunted, surprised as well as
gratified. He began to fuck like a Rottweiler. For the next ten minutes, it
was raw, rough animalistic breeding. Then Taylor nutted forcefully, and
that was that. He collapsed sweatily atop his bitch, breathing heavily.

 Bo gave him a few minutes to recoup. Taylor voluntarily rolled off with a
sigh.

 "So... now what? You have ten more minutes. You don't want to go out there
early, I don't think."

 "I've shot my wad for now. What else is there?" Young Taylor was neither
very experienced nor very imaginative.

 "Roll over, and I'll show you."

 Bo proceeded to give his subject his first, and for many years, his best,
rim-job. The senior line-backer was putty in Bo's hands, which kneaded at
the muscular globes of Taylor's buttocks, while his mouth made out wetly
and deeply with the boy's musky asshole.

 "Holy shit. Did you think that up all by yourself? I never would have
dreamed of doing that to anyone, male or female."

 "It's called 'rimming.'" And no, it's not my own invention. I don't think
many girls will do it for you, though. Apparently, wives even less so, from
what I hear."

 "From now on, I'll be dreaming about receiving it again. I don't think I
could ever give."

 "Don't worry, girls don't expect it.  But if you ever want to make a
lasting impression on one, this would do it."

 When Alex rapped on the door, indicating time up, Taylor was drooling on
Bo's pillowcase and softly moaning, as Bo continued to eat out his ass.
Both were reluctant to move.  But a moment later, Tyler barged in.  "Give
it up, Dude, your time is up."

 Groggily, Taylor rolled off the bed and staggered out into the corridor.
Bo and Tyler heard a roar of laughter from the front room as Taylor
returned to the table, spent and dissheveled.

 "I'll have what Taylor got," said Tyler.

 Bo got to work on Tyler's sweet, supple six-incher, and half an hour
later, Tyler left an gladder and a wiser man.

 The game ran on for five and a half hours.  During that time, in addition
to blowing several of the table of six at the beginning of the evening, Bo
got fucked eleven times (Mike and Tyler fucked him twice during their
half-hour), with three others being repeats. Both Parker and Judge came
back twice, but each got another partner one of those times.  Bo tried to
accomplish some variety of positions, but it wasn't easy-- almost every guy
wanted "the Taylor special."  At night's end, Bo's tongue was sore from
hours of rimming ripe teen-ass.

 Alex looked like he'd taken on the entire football team, and there were
rumors he had, at one point, offered to do so if they beat the Spartans
next season.  Will's eyes were bright as always, but his hair was a fright,
and he sat kind of sideways for a full day afterward.

 But all the boys were happy, including Judge and Parker, for whom the
evening had been fun, prestige-building, and profitable.  Each took
winnings of over $100, even in the small-stakes game.  Having your
opponents totally distracted does wonders for one's poker winnings.

 They'd all had concerns that this event could blow up in their faces, or
later do them in socially in the town.  What the hell, they could leave
soon and go to the University several hours' drive away.  But what they
found was that it actually enhanced their social standing--even Alex moved
up to esteemed confidante and boon companion with the whole group.
Apparently, shooting semen up a guy's butt was equivalent to some kind of
blood brotherhood with this crowd of ostensibly straight jocks.  All had an
equal stake in keeping the event confidential, and every man there honored
his commitment.  For one thing, they wanted a repeat.

 Days later, Will and Bo were talking quietly at the lunch table with Tyler
and Andy.  Bo was marveling over this discovery that being known to be
queer was not having the negative effect on their standing with the jocks
that he had expected.

 "Well, why not?  The guys always did like you, and they all have a lot of
respect for Judge and Parker.  You like to suck dick, they like to have
their dick sucked, what's the big deal?"

 "Yeah, but look at Alex."  Will argued. "A month ago, he had to hang out
with the fat girls, because he wasn't welcome with these guys, who now make
sure they have room for him at their table.  Who'd a thunk?"

 Andy had it figured out.  "That was not because he's gay, it was because
he was afraid to push himself forward, and he knew he didn't know enough
about sports to really participate in the conversation.  Now, it doesn't
matter.  He just kicks in when he does have something to say, and everyone
tries to include him.  Which they might have done all along, if he had had
the confidence to pull it off, but I admit it doesn't hurt that they know
their tadpoles have had a swim in his gut."

 Whatever the real cause, the three cock-hounds were enormously relieved.
But back to the night of the big game: at the end of the evening, Judge
took Alex into his bed for the night, and Bo took both Parker and Will.
Alex later reported that Judge was in an exceptionally manic state,
couldn't sleep, and fucked him three more times during the night.  Parker
was almost as bad, but he had two assholes to drill.  He nailed Bo twice
and his brother once, saying, "Don't fret, Bro, I'll catch up with you in
the morning."  Then, Parker slept, while Bo and Will formed 69 and made out
with one another beside him.



* * * * *

 Bo awoke out-of-sorts and perplexed.  He lay naked and erect between two
sleeping brothers, also naked and hard, each a wet dream walking.  In the
next room lay his beloved older brother, more dear to him than ever in his
life, in bed naked, almost certainly erect, alongside a handsome, sexy
classmate, ditto, who had become more than a friend to him in a matter of
days--and Bo was bewitched, bothered, and bewildered like never before.  He
felt sick to his stomach.

 Not because his stomach held about a cup, it seemed, of teen boy jizz from
the night before.  He gave a small burp and tasted sperm in the back of his
throat--no, it was not that at all.

 Bo was pretty sure, though he had never felt it before, that he was in
love.  It felt great, and it was making him want to throw up, both at the
same time.  Because, for the life of him, he could not figure out WHOM he
was in love with.  There were four candidates, all naked, all hard, all in
bed nearby.

1) It could be Alex.  Alex was hot, no question.  A fun guy.  Sexy and
sexually responsive, up for anything.  Creative, clever, fun to be
with. Considerate and kind, but also smart and perceptive.  Could he
imagine spending his life with Alex?  Well, a lot worse could happen.
Still, there was something, no, the lack of something--the spark....  He
valued Alex highly--as a friend.  He loved Alex, even.  But he was not, he
did not think, not at this moment anyway, IN love with Alex.  His partner
ought to be a guy as sporty, active, and filled with testosterone as
himself.  Alex was more of a fuck-buddy, a friend-with-benefits.

 He mentally crossed Alex off of his prospect list.

2) It could be Judge.

 No question, he loved his brother with an eternal, strong bond.  He had
the hots for Judge, and bad.  He could suck that dick and bend over to take
it up the ass every day of his life, cheerfully.  He could trust Judge like
no one else in the world, and he knew Judge would never abandon or betray
him, even though he might occasionally sell or trade his ass--that being an
attraction in itself.

 Yet...did Judge feel that way romantically about him?  Could he?  Was he
not the great last hope for continuation of the family name through
heterosexual marriage?  Would it be fair to even suggest to Judge that he
give up that prospect?  Much as Judge loved his brother, and much as he
liked to dip his wick in brother hole, he loved to fuck girls, too,
possibly even more.  Yes, he was presently deeply infatuated with the sheer
fun and freedom of guy sex.  But how would he respond when the next set of
double D tits came flopping by?  Judge could be a highway to heartache,
without ever meaning to be.  Bo hoped to God Judge was not the one.  He
must fight to keep him out of the romantic part of his heart, for both
their sakes.  If they could have sex the rest of their lives together, that
would be great, but a couple, they must never be, unless all the push for
it came from Judge himself.

 Sadly, he marked Judge's name off his mental list with a heavy, black,
imaginary line, praying that line would not somehow evaporate.

3) It could be Parker.

 No shit?  Parker, who a week ago hardly knew he existed?  Who called him
derisive, little brother names?  Whose egotism and braggadocio were
legendary?  Who had the cock to match, an ass-wrecker if ever there was
one?

 The Parker that had loved him tenderly through the night on the swap
night.  The sexiest, most impassioned kisser he'd ever encountered, the
tenderest, sweetest lover (well, that was discounting Judge pretty
unfairly)

 Except for brotherhood, Parker had all the disadvantages of Judge, plus
being less likely to let him down easy, by NOT being his brother.  If he
broke up with Parker, and he would if Parker found the right woman, it
would be permanent and painful.  For the sake of his heart, he'd better
treat Parker as a fun-while-it-lasted, play-time fling.  If he could swing
it.  Because, realistically, he had to admit to himself, he might be
falling for Parker, and falling hard.

 He tried to mark Parker off his list, but the mark kept fading in his
mind.  This could be a problem.

 'Am I that big of a masochist, that I would take a risk of that
magnitude?' he asked himself.  'Could be,' came the answer.

4) It could be Will.  Ah, Will.  More beautiful than Parker, Alex, or even
Judge.  Incredibly sexy, in body, mind, and psyche.  Kind, sensitive,
caring.  Athletic, masculine, and active.  Versatile in the sack.  And,
don't leave out--GAY (probably).  Also, if Parker continued sneaking his
dick into Will's ass or mouth, he'd do the same for Bo; ditto for Judge,
the other direction.

 'If I'm with Will, I could get Judge and Parker, too.  And if I didn't,
hey, I'd still have Will!'

 It felt and sounded a bit conniving for a love-match, but Bo felt better
for it.  He rolled onto his side and surveyed his potential partner
appreciatively.  Damn.  The guy looked great in clothes at school, but
naked in his bed, he was an amazing specimen.  No wonder Parker, an amazing
specimen himself, had been unable to keep his paws to himself, with this
provocation right in the room with him.

 Bo decided to give his oral skills a bit more practice.  He slid down to
waist-level on Will and settled gently atop his object's thighs.  Will's
eyelids trembled, but he slumbered on.  Bo took the head of Will's hefty
dick into his mouth and tongue-swirled it tenderly, aware that Will's cock
might be sore from the previous night's debauchery.  Will sighed and began
to stretch his lean, cat-like body languidly.  He grunted.

 "Don't stop," he said.  "Let's see if I can work up something for you."

 Bo concentrated on pleasuring Will's Totem, concentrating on the big,
meaty head.  Then, he slid down to the root and feasted there for a while,
Will lifted his feet to tilt his hole up.  With that hint, Bo went to work
on the swollen, puffy lips of the anal orifice that had served so many so
gamely in the hours previous. He wondered how his guy could hold up to even
more stimulation there.  Will clued him in without being asked.

 "Fuck, Bo, that feels so good.  It's warm and wet, and soft and smooth.
It's like an ointment on my poor little ass pucker."

 Bo did not bring him down by pointing out that the poor pucker was no
longer as little as it had been earlier.  He just kept slobbering and
soothing.

 Half an hour later, the two shared the shower, leaving Parker sprawled
spread-eagle on the bed, erection soaring.  Bo wrapped his arms around the
younger boy as the rain-shower sluiced over them.  He kissed Will tenderly,
and Will tongued him back eagerly.

 "Will...."  There was tongue-sucking.

 "Ah-hahh."  More tongue sucking.

 "I was thinking...I mean wondering..."  Lip suction.

 "Haahh?"

 "Not to interfere between you and Parker, or anthing..."  A smooching
sound.

 "But... would you... could you.... like, be my boyfriend?  Give it a
try?..."

 Will's head popped back.  "No shit?  You serious?"

 Bo nodded.  Will stuck his tongue halfway down Bo's throat.

 "That's a yes, I guess."  Will nodded, taking Bo's head along with his
own.

 "I'm honored.  I mean, I like it."

 They dried one another and came out of the bathroom to find Bo's dad
standing in the open bedroom door, looking half shocked and half amused.
He gestured helplessly at the still-sleeping, still rampant Parker, whose
manly body dominated the bed and the room.  He shrugged.

 "You boys," he said, shaking his head.

 "Might not want to open Judge's door, Dad," said Bo.

 "Might not," his father agreed, walking down the hallway.  "You guys have
cleaning up to do.  Use Pine Sol, it reeks in here."