Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2001 16:27:30 EST
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 10 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                      The Power - Part 10
                     By GetRealGuy@aol.com

When dinnertime came around, Mom, as usual after shopping half the
day for provisions, was totally worn-out. That always meant that we
would have a quick, easy, evening meal. That night, it was a bucket
of fried chicken, the crispy kind along with side dishes from the
deli. Without exception, when Mom substituted a take-out dinner for
her usual well prepared meals, her apology invariably took the form
of a super desert. It was supposed to be a surprise but I peeked.
That night, it was something from Baskin-Robbins. I could tell from
the size of the box, in the freezer, that it was one of those ice
cream cakes.

After we had devoured the last bit of food, Mom pressed both of her
hands to the table to raise to a half standing position. "You 'dudes'
ready for desert?" she asked.

Bob and I just looked at each other and Dad looked at her like she
was crazy. It wasn't the question, but the deliberate use of the word
"dude" that startled us. Bob and I knew that she wasn't whacked out
but Dad wasn't sure. He winked at me as if he was apologizing for her
actions but Bob and I knew that she was just being her old self,
trying to be one of us guys. Sometimes she was too much. She must
have realized that too because an embarrassed expression crossed her
face. It was like she had said "Fuck" at the dining table and the
Pope was a dinner guest. During the period of silence that followed,
while I was trying to think of something appropriate to say, Bob
decided to release his "bomb shell".

"Darn!" he said making it sound incidental, "I'll have to have mine
when I get home. Forgot to mention it but I have a date with Jan
tonight." He had the gall to look my way when he added, "We'll take
in a show or something like that." I knew darn well what that meant.

"Oh?" Mom said as she reached for the platter that was piled with
chicken a short time ago but now contained only a few crumbs of the
crispys, "you didn't tell us about your new girlfriend; this Jan?"
She intended it as a question. That was the introduction to the
barrage of questions whirled at Bob by both Mom and Dad. I had a few
of my own but I kept my mouth tightly shut. So tight, in fact, that
my lips were slightly curved downward at the corners. It was an
emotional reflex, on my part, but it accurately expressed my
disapproval. He looked at me showing signs of nervelessness, which
could only be detected by me, as he went on.

"Oh, you will like her, Mom! We will have to have her over for Sunday
dinner some time."

I almost puked. As the interrogation went on I pictured Bob under a
strong, almost blinding light above his head, sweat dripping from his
forehead, his eyes blinking rapidly as he spoke. Instead, Bob was
calm and collected as he spoke about what a lovely girl Jan was. I
wanted to join in and ask a few questions of my own but I didn't. I
would have asked him why in the fuck he didn't mention it to me
instead of the big surprise. Bob wasn't lying about anything. It was
just what he wasn't saying. The fact that Jan was at least three or
four years older than him and that she was a whore who waits tables
at Norm's. Bob failed to mention that he was going to get it free
because she goes for young studs like him. Tony had filled me in on
that. The other thing that he didn't mention, to me, was this date
with Jan. If he kept it from me thinking that I would be jealous,
maybe he was right. I really wasn't sure of my feelings. At the time,
I just felt duked.

"How about you, Dad," Mom said as she stacked a few more dirty dishes
on the empty platter and started toward the sink. "No, I am full,
I'll wait until during the movie."

"I think I'll have mine later too Mom," I answered before being
asked.

"You too, Bill? You going out somewhere tonight or staying to watch
TV with us?" The movie on channel five is one of my favorites,
'Cabaret' with Liza Minnelli."

"I haven't decided just what I am going to do. I guess I will go
downtown and see one of the guys and maybe 'take in a movie', or
whatever." I watched Bob's face as I said it. I knew that he would
recognize it as almost the exact words that I used in the note to Mom
when we snuck off to Tony's last Sunday. Also, it was the same lie
that he used just now with Mom and Dad about how Jan and him planned
to spend the evening. I knew that his date with Jan would not be
spent in a theatre but in a bed at Tony's house or in one of Jan's
girlfriend's apartments.

Bob pushed his chair from the table and started to get up. Dad
reached over and lightly grasped his arm. He moved in close to Bob
and spoke in a low voice.

"Say, stud!" he emphasized the word because it was appropriate for
what he was about to say, "don't forget to take your Trojan rubbers,
just in case."

Bob was almost in standing position when he froze. "Rubbers?" he
said, making it sound like he didn't know what they were and what
they were used for.

"Yes! The Trojan, Magnum, condoms that you picked up from Phil the
druggist a few days ago."

Mom, picked up another stack of dishes, turned quickly and started
toward the sink pretending that she didn't hear anything although you
could almost see her put up her antenna so that she wouldn't miss a
word.

Bob raised into full standing position. "Oh; you mean Phil the fink?"
He reached down and patted his pocket. "Right here," he whispered so
that Mom would not hear. He smiled and nodded to Dad as he turned to
leave. By then, Mom had her hands hanging in the sink ready to start
the dishes. She jerked her head around and gave Dad a "look to kill".
While her eyes were fixed on him, she quickly jerked her head upward
and toward the door where Bob was headed. She didn't have to speak a
word. Dad knew exactly, by her actions, what she was commanding. He
got up and followed Bob out of the kitchen. Moments later, I heard
them climbing the stairs.

Alone at the table, I felt left out, neglected. What was utmost in my
mind at that moment was that Dad was going to talk to Bob about sex
and I wasn't invited. What would be discussed? Maybe Bob would let
something slip about us. Another thing that bugged me too was that
Bob had kept his date with Jan a secret. That worried me because I
felt that I was loosing the ability to tell what was going on in his
head. Everyday, he was surprising me with things that I didn't know
about him. He was keeping his thoughts from me. Before, "The Power"
was so natural with us that thought exchange worked automatically.
Thoughts used to flow from him so that I could read them. Lately, he
had been blocking them. I was so busy analyzing the situation between
Bob and myself that I didn't notice that Mom was trying to get my
attention.

"Bill," she paused for a moment waiting for me to respond. "Bill, you
better go along with them," she said softly, "it is your turn to help
with the dishes but there's just a few so I can do them myself." She
looked deep into my eyes as she continued. "What your dad is going to
talk about is important to the both of you." She turned back toward
the sink and ran the water. "Now, run along!"

When I entered our bedroom, Dad was seated on my bed across the isle
from Bob. Bob, seated on his own bed, looking anything but relaxed,
didn't even glance at me as I slipped in beside him. Due to the
narrow isle between the beds, Dad's and Bob's knees were almost
touching.

Dad looked at Bob. "See, I told you so. I knew Mom would send him
up." Then he turned to me; "we have been waiting for you. Not knowing
how to start the conversation, he straightened his posture and paused
for a second. Then he started as if he had rehearsed what he was
about to say.

"Mom asked me to have this little talk. She is concerned about you
guys. She knew that you two had come to age before I did and called
it to my attention. After all, she is the one that washes the sheets
and your under-shorts. That is why we thought that I should take you
guys aside and have this little talk. Perhaps I put it off too long
but I didn't think it was necessary. I am sure that I don't have to
tell you how to fuck, just make sure that you use a rubber so you
won't get the disease or get a girl pregnant and ruin your lives. We
talked about that before. She wants me to talk to the both of you
about masturbation. We didn't talk about that. I wanted to wait
until, well, your mother thinks that you guys are heavy into it. I
don't know how she knows, but she does."

"Yea," Bob agreed as I reluctantly nodded, "I guess we are." He bowed
his head to avoid looking directly into Dad's eyes.

"Nothing wrong with that!" Dad said to our surprise. "You wouldn't be
normal adolescent males if you didn't masturbate. To me, it is a
healthy sign, but not to your mother. Women don't seem to understand
what drives men. Most men, after they learn how in their adolescent
years, will continue to masturbate the rest of their lives. Married
or not. Most women feel that they are not satisfying their men and
get upset about it when they catch them jerking off."

I never heard Dad use the expression "jerk off" for masturbation, or,
come to think of it, heard him use the word "masturbation". Now that
he was using terms and relating to things that we understood, both of
us relaxed. In fact, Bob became so relaxed that he broke out in a
soft smile. I couldn't believe what he said next.

"You mean that Mom caught you 'beating your meat'?" he asked as if he
was joking around with one of our friends at school.

"Yea, she did! And was I embarrassed," he gave out with a little
laugh as he said it.

The thought of Dad jerking off was too much for me. I flashed on him
nude and pounding his enormous cock. His gigantic balls were jumping
with each stroke. My visualization only lasted a few seconds but I
saw a bead of precum hugging his piss hole. An overwhelming urge
flared inside of me as I felt not only my own excitement but his
also. My heart was pounding as I imagined myself diving at what was
before me and licking the head of it. I trapped that bead of precum
under my tongue and smeared it over the entire area as I licked. In
my mind, I saw him accept what I was doing by spreading his legs and
leaning back on the bed. He moaned as my wet tongue swept over the
surface of the huge swollen head. The first time that I realized how
tremendously hung Dad was when I saw him taking a piss after we got
back from a fishing trip. Although it was soft, I was awed by its
size. After that, sometimes when I jerked off, I pictured how
spectacular it would be when it was fully erect. It never went
further than that because that's when I always came. Now this! I was
fantasizing that I was about to suck that mammoth monster even though
it belonged to my own father. I didn't attempt to resist the thoughts
that were causing a wave of eroticism to pass over me. Not only
visions, but feelings, and even sounds possessed me. I imagined that
I could hear him moaning in ecstasy as I continued to explore the
smooth tight skin of the inflated head by swirling my tongue around
it. I could actually feel myself clutching his big, heavy, balls in
my hand as I opened my mouth in preparation to take his giant member
in. Then, while allowing my tongue to circle the rim of the cap, I
gently sucked in the engorged head as he moaned again. The shaft
seemed so thick that I knew that I would have to go slow to keep from
gagging. I imagined that I slowly moved down the shaft, stopping
several times to take another breath, until I felt his pubic hairs
tickle my nose. The feelings were so real that I involuntarily
sneezed from the tickle. I looked up to see both Bob and Dad looking
at me. I was back to reality. At first I felt ashamed of myself and
overwhelmed with guilt. How could I? This was my own father! Then I
realized that it didn't really happen, nevertheless, I felt my
erection pressing hard against my pants. I wondered if Bob had read
any of my thoughts because he had a serious look on his face. When he
didn't speak up right away, I knew that there was something more
important to him at the time. He had something to say and was trying
to put it together.

"But Dad," Bob swallowed hard, we do sex things together."

"I am not surprised that you masturbate together, as close as you two
are."

Bob looked at me but neither of us said a word. It was obvious that
Dad thought that Bob meant just masturbating together and nothing
more than that.

"Don't worry, you'll outgrow it in time," Dad went on. "Girls will
come into your lives and you will have a different way to satisfy
your natural urges. Seems that is happening to Bob here already," he
reached over and slapped Bob on the leg as he said it. "To put you
guys more at ease, as you know, I went to a boy's school while I was
your age, most of the kids masturbated together. I was one of them.
That was only a temporary thing. After college, a certain girl came
along, your mother and I fell deeply in love. You guys are the
result. I still love her as much as the day I married her. One of
these days, you will have a new sister or brother. Your mother wants
a little girl before we get too old." He laughed and let out a little
chuckle in his own amusement. "We have been trying for it."

"Yep!" Bob turned to me and smiled. What he said really surprised me.
"We know. We can hear you two working at it some nights."

"Come on Buddy!" Dad said in embarrassed laughter. "Those walls are
thinner than I thought. Come on now!" He gave each of us a friendly
punch on the jaw. "You guys will just have to plug up your ears." He
smiled at us both. "I owe you one. One of these nights I'm going to
sneak into your room and catch you guys jerking off together. Just
don't let your Mom catch you." He through his arm around Bob and
reached out for me.

"We could put a lock on the door," I suggested as he pulled me in
close to him.

"No way!" he responded. "Now that is enough!" he said abruptly. "You
guys better get started before half the evening is gone." He shifted
and made a move to get up. "Be home by ten and act educated if Mom
asks about the conversation." He stood up and was about to leave. For
the first time I felt not only close but at ease with Dad. I took
that moment as an opportunity to present my case.

"Dad, I have something I want to ask," I said shyly.

"Sure, what, sport?" he said as he turned back and slapped me on the
back. That was enough to boost my courage so that I could go on.

"Well, you know, with all that you said, I am not sure about myself."
I could see that Bob was about to panic. Determined, I decided to go
ahead with what I had to say. "Well, I am not sure that I can do
anything with girls." I didn't intend to "come out of the closet" by
admitting anything that I wasn't absolutely sure of yet so I stopped
right there.

"Hey, you are lucky to have a talented brother," he nodded at Bob.
"Have 'The Stud', here, teach you. Go out on a double date."

"Yea!" Bob sounded relieved because I didn't reveal anything. "That
sounds great. Why don't you forget that show that you said that you
were thinking about tonight and hang out with me?"

"But, what about your date with Jan?" I said, intending to remind him
in case he had forgotten.

"She stood me up on what was supposed to be our first date. That
doesn't happen with the 'stud' here," he said boastfully. "Now, I can
get my revenge."

"Be home by ten!" Dad seemed delighted that his talk ended on a happy
note as he left the room with a big smile on his face. He would
report to Mom later that everything was alright. He would instruct
her that just in case the boys continued to masturbate, it was
alright because it would keep them out of trouble with girls.

Bob and I started to get dressed. I put on my tight Levi's, without
my jockey shorts, and slipped into a very tight, form fitting, white,
T-shirt. As I looked over at Bob, I noticed that Bob had removed his
underwear and slipped into his Levi's also. I watched as he stood in
front of the mirror arranging the bulge in his pants to look more
pronounced. It already looked obscene.

"Come on over here," he said, still looking into the mirror. "Let me
show you how to attract the girls," he paused remembering that it was
me that he was talking to, "or guys!" he added. He reached over,
unzipped me, and reached in the opening. "Now," he took my dick in
his hand, "over on this side. Your dick should be, down your pants
leg, on the same side as your balls." He took a hard tug to it to
stretch it down my leg as far as possible. Then he stood back,  "Now,
doesn't that look better?"

"Great!" I agreed as I looked down at myself. It was sure to make
someone look twice, sticking out the way that it did. When I looked
up, Bob had already started for the stairs. As I followed him down
the stairs I was pleased with the open attention he was lavishing one
me.

We passed through the kitchen on our way out. Dad was seated at the
table while Mom appeared to be looking for something in one of the
kitchen cabinets. As we passed behind her, she turned to us briefly
to give some last minute instructions before we got to the door.

"Now, guys, be careful. You know how I worry when you are on your
bicycles after dark. Make sure that your bike lights work before you
leave and stay off the streets. Use the lighted bicycle path through
the park."

"Don't worry Mom," Bob said as he pushed me out of the door and on to
the back porch. He quickly followed closing the door behind him. We
could hear Mom continuing.

"You forgot to tell us where you'll be," her voice trailed off when
she realized that she was talking to herself. As we hopped on our
bikes she appeared in the door and called out. "OK, you 'dudes'!
Don't forget the desert is in the freezer when you get home!" She
turned, closed the door, and disappeared from sight. Knowing Mom, at
that very moment, she was chuckling at herself for using that word
again. Then, behind the closed door, she yelled loud enough to be
heard by all of the neighbors, "Be home by ten!"

"Hey," I said, kidding around, "I forgot to ask Mom and Dad what time
we were supposed to be home."

"You deaf or something?" Bob yelled back as we left the driveway.
"Ask the neighbors, they heard!" He raised off his bicycle seat and
pressed down hard on one of the pedals. Let's race." He was well a
head of me in just a few seconds.

"Where are we going," I yelled out.

He twisted his body back toward me, "To the Teen Canteen! We'll take
the shortcut through the park."

"Okay with me," I yelled back, but actually, I wasn't in that much of
a hurry to get there. I had some apprehension about what Bob had in
mind. I remembered that I told him that I might try it with a girl
sometime. I wished that I hadn't said it. I watched ahead until he
got closer to a park bench. "Stop, Man!" I yelled as if I was in
pain. "I have a leg cramp," I was faking it. He slammed on his brakes
and skidded to a halt right in front of the park bench. I am the one
that should have been the actor because of the way I hobbled up to
the bench and plopped down on it. I played it to the hilt hoping that
I could find out what he was up to. Concerned, Bob slid in beside me.
I jumped when he put his hand on the leg that I pretended to be
cramped. Thinking that he was easing the pain, he rubbed it gently.

"Feel better Bro?" he cooed in a heroic effort to ease the non-
existent cramp.

"Better, Man!" It was feeling good. Any touch from Bob felt good to
me. In fact, if he kept it up much longer, I would have sprung a
boner. "Got yeh!" I yelled out with a grin, "no cramp, I'm faking!"

"No, Man! I got you!" He quickly slid his hand up my leg and squeezed
my dick with such force that it actually hurt.

I jumped. "Fuck Man!" I gasped as I looked up in time to see a figure
passing in front of us. "Shit, he saw us!"

Bob laughed. "Not to worry, watch, he will be back. Now watch." He
through his arms around me in a big hug. Pulling me close to him,
locked in a close embrace, he planted a hard kiss on my lips. Pulling
away for a second he muttered, "Now watch."

I just had time to say, "Crazy, shit!" before his lips were back on
mine. For an instant I was actually enjoying it until I peeked over
his shoulder and saw the same guy, who had just passed by,
approaching again.

Bob pulled off just far enough to mumble, "Told you." His lips were
again locked on mine when he started letting out bursts of air,
laughing. The figure stopped, looked for a second, turned, and almost
ran down the path.

"Man, he could have the police on us in seconds."

"Guess I was wrong. I thought that he would want to stick around and
watch. Guess I fucked it up when I started laughing. But, not to
worry. Can you just see that fairy skipping into the police station,
hand on hip, saying that he just saw two guys kissing in the park?"

"Oh, then you think he was gay?"

"Do cows have tits?"

"You mean 'udder' than that sack where the milk comes from?"

"You smart ass!" He squeezed my shoulder. "I remember that old troll.
He cruised me one night when I came through the park. But," he said
abruptly, "never mind him! Let's talk about Dad? What did you think
about the big lecture we got?"

"Man," I answered, "he actually gave us his blessings. Did he, or did
he not, say it was cool for us to jerk off together? He did! But I am
sure that he has no idea that we are having sex together like a man
and a woman ... Oh, you know what I mean!"

"I think that he has a pretty good idea that jerking isn't all we do.
You know why?" Bob said smugly.

"Why?" I asked.

"He talked about jerking off with the guys at boys school. Tom might
have been one of his jerk off buddies because they did go through
high school together. Don't forget that became roommates in collage
too.

"Do you think that...?"

"Remember when we met Tom? You were the one that said you thought
that he might be a little pink around the edges. Maybe not in those
exact words but he never married."

"Yea, and Dad used to go to visit him all of the time, without Mom,
on hunting trips and other things," I added.

Bob continued, "When two guys have known each other as long as they
have, and if they messed around with each other more than once or
twice, eventually they get around to trying it the anal way. Take us
for instance."

"Man," I gasped, "I didn't think about it that way. Dad and Tom? I
think that your imagination might be running away with you. That is
too hard for me to believe. Dad having sex with a guy!"

Sounding playfully sarcastic, Bob turned and looked at me, "I don't
know why you find it so hard to believe. You tripped on having sex
with him when he told us that he jerked off, just awhile ago."

"Yea, I did. How did you know? Did it show that much?"

"No, only to me. You forget how well I know you and what you think."
He smiled at me and slapped my leg. "And, besides that, your boner
gave you away."

"Hey," I said changing the subject quickly because I wasn't sure how
Bob felt about what I had done, "I am curious about what you have
planned after we get to the canteen."

"First, I am going to check out the parking lot to see if we can find
someone with a car that we can hook-up with. Then, play it by ear."

"Ok," I said, but only because I had no other choice than to flow
with it. We got up, saddled our bikes, and we were on our way.

Bob was ahead of me as we skidded into the back parking lot of the
Teen Canteen. We racked and locked our bikes. Bob stood up straight
and turned his head slowly searching for cars driven by kids that we
knew. Not many of the guys had their own cars but some of them were
allowed to use the family car on certain nights.

"Ah! We're in luck. Jim, The Gymnast must be here and he is driving
his dad's car. That's it over there," Bob said with delight.

"Great," I said, "now what?"

"You go on in and find a booth at the snack bar. I'll find Jim and
talk him into hanging with us."

It was early and the place wasn't very crowded. I picked the empty
round booth in the corner and slid in. There was an "Activity Sheet"
mounted in a clear plastic holder in the center of the table. I slid
it toward me and started to read. First on the list was the "Ball
Room Dance Lessons" that were scheduled for seven. A pool tournament
was already taking place in the game room. I continued to read down
the list of activities when I felt someone sliding into the booth.
Thinking that it was Bob, I kept on reading until I felt a hand creep
up my leg.

"Fuck man! You're too much!" I said as I raised my head. I was
stunned to see Bob, not beside me, but on the other side of the booth
in a half squat preparing to slide in.

I jerked my head around and found myself looking into the face of, no
other than, Mary, The Raggedy Ann. I swallowed hard and looked down
at her hand as she fondled me. After I overcame the shock, I started
to notice how erotic her touch was.

"Oh," she said in a sweet feminine voice that I didn't expect. "You
aren't like Bob. If you were, you would have a hard on by now. Let me
see." Her grasp was soft and gentle but it did the job. "Oh, it is
getting hard," she leaned over and whispered. "You are like Bob,
after all. Hey, I could do a lot for that big hard thing. I could
make it feel real good."

"Oh, I see that you two met," Bob said as he slid in on the other
side of Mary Ann. "This is Bill." He looked down at Mary Ann's hand,
"I see you discovered that his cock is as big as mine."

"Yes it is!" she cooed with a certain amount of excitement in her
voice. Maybe even bigger."

I was getting uneasy from all of the attention that I was getting.
After I looked around the room and saw that no one could see what was
going on under the table, I started to relax.

"You know something," Mary Ann whispered in my ear, "I have been
trying to get you and Bob in a threesome with me for a long time. Bob
is letting me try you out alone first." She turned to Bob, "Aren't
you Bob?"

"Sure," answered Bob, "if Bill is willing."

I didn't have time to express myself because, just then, Jim, The
Gymnast, approached the table and slid in next to Bob. Jim bent down
and looked under the table. When he came up with a smile on his face,
I knew that he saw Mary Ann groping me and that he was in on the
setup too. The plan was that this was my night to get my first piece
of ass and everyone was ready for it except me.

"You know Jim Anderson don't you," Bob said speaking to Mary Ann. "He
has the car tonight. How about a ride. All four of us."

"You mean all three of you? Not sure I can take on all of you," she
giggled. "I am more interested in the virgin here," she paused for a
second as if she was thinking it over. "We'll see after I get through
with this one." She kept squeezing my rapidly growing pride through
my pants, almost milking it. She had successfully brought it to where
it was rock hard. Speaking directly to me, she cooed, "I can feel
that you are interested."

"Yeah, man!" Bob liked that. "Let's go!" he said enthusiastically.

I was a little pissed at Bob. No guy likes to be known as a virgin
and apparently Bob had spread it around. "But," I thought, "What the
hell? I am getting more attention than I have had for a long time. I
couldn't stay pissed at Bob because; at the time, he thought that he
had my interests in mind."

We left the canteen by way of the back door. Jim was first, then Bob.
Me and Mary Ann took up the rear. When we got out into the parking
lot, Jim ran around and jumped in the drivers side of his Mustang.
Bob opened the back door for Mary Ann and pressed my back forcing me
in after her. She immediately slid over to the far side of the seat
to make room for me. Bob jumped into the passenger seat and slammed
the door.

"Where to?" Jim yelled out, "Anyone know a place?"

"Not my house. Dad's home," Mary Ann yelled back sounding pissed.
"He's probably drunk and in one of his abusive moods."

Bob spoke up, "That's out! He almost caught me one night. How about
your place, Jim?"

"Well, that means, out to the boondocks," Jim said as he floored it,
leaving rubber. "I know a great place where we can all get nude.
Everyone game?"

"Coool!" Bob cooed as he turned to the back seat to see if we went
along with it.

I was about to voice my approval but I didn't have a chance. When I
looked over to see if Mary Ann was for it, her head was over my lap.
The back of her head blocked my view but I could feel that she was
carefully unzipping my fly. I just sat there while she reached in,
gingerly trying to work my body part out of the opening. She wasn't
having much success because it was held, strapped to my leg, by my
tight Levi's.

"Yea, have at it!" I mumbled. Female or not, I was so hot that I
didn't care. I pulled down my Levi's so she could get at what she
wanted. When my Levi's were down enough to release the pinned up
giant, it sprung up in its full glory.

"Let's all get naked," I yelled so that Bob and Jim could hear me. I
glanced up to the front seat as I removed my shirt. Bob had picked up
on it so fast that he had his shirt half off already.

"Hey, that's not fair. I want to get nude too," Jim shouted as he
floored the gas pedal. After a short time, the car slowed and bumped
around as he pulled off of the road. Finally the car came to a stop
behind a large clump of bushes. A glance out of the side window
assured me that we couldn't be seen by anyone that might pass by on
the road. "Okay," Jim said, "this is the spot." He turned and looked
at us in the back seat. "Now, Mary Ann, it's your turn to get
undressed and show us those big, beautiful tits. Man, I love tits!"
he continued, seemingly excited. "There is only one thing that I love
more." Unseen by Mary Ann, he reached over and groped Bob. I looked
on as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. It was obvious that Jim
was an exhibitionist, but so were Bob and me. After he removed his
shirt, he looked straight at me to get my approval. I remember how
much he enjoyed exposing his whopper to me the first time that I met
him. We were in the park at the time so it was only a quick look.
This was the first time that I had the opportunity to gaze at his
bare chest which had just enough hair to accent his smooth flawless
skin that seemed to have a shine to it. His pecks were beautifully
developed, and from what I could see from where I was sitting, he had
a ripped midsection. All that I could see was perfect. I knew that
what the back of the seat hid from view was more than perfect because
he had shown me it's huge magnificence that day on the park bench.
That was when he invited Bob and I to one of his parties. We attended
and as we left, he made a pass at me, or maybe it was me that made
the pass, but we never got together.

Mary Ann turned from my lap and looked toward Jim in the front seat.
She didn't even notice how perfect Jim's body was; she was more
anxious in getting started. "Are you sure it's safe here?"

"Plenty safe," Jim answered. "No one will bother us here. I know the
cop on duty tonight. He never patrols way out here. Besides, if he by
chance does come around, he will want to join in." He smiled as he
turned toward Bob; "I know that for a fact."

Mary Ann had on what appeared to be her father's shirt and a tight
pair of woman's jeans both of which she removed in a flash. After she
rubbed her tits in my face she turned and leaned over the front seat.
Bob took one of her breasts in his hand while Jim nipped and sucked
at the other like a hungry infant.

Mary Ann moaned as she spoke. "You guys are going to get your turns
but first," she reached back and wrapped her fist around my erection,
"I want this one right now."

Both Bob and Jim were watching over the back of their prospective
seats. From where I was I could see between the bucket seats. Jim's
hand reached across and, from the movement of his arm, I could tell
that Jim was stroking Bob. That really turned me on. Bob, still
facing us, broke out in a grin and his eyes lit up.

"You like Bill's monster cock, Mary Ann?" Bob was starting with the
'dirty talk' because he knew that I liked it and it would encourage
me. "You want that big, fat, fucker in your pussy?"

Jim got the idea and joined in. "Get down there and wet it good. Suck
it."

Apparently Mary Ann liked the dirty talk also because she took a deep
plunge completely engulfing my whole erection. What was surprising to
me is that she took the whole thing without effort and kept it deep
in her throat for several seconds. I never pictured it would be like
this. I didn't realize that a female could be so aggressive. I heard
the guys talking about this gal that they said was so cold that if
anyone was foolish enough to fuck her, she would probably be eating
an apple and reading a comic book while being screwed. As a final
insult, she would ask the poor guy, that was humping his brains out,
to let her know when he was finished. I was influenced by hearing
this but figured that most girls must get something out of sex. Mary
Ann appeared to be a perfect example of a gal that not only loved to
have sex but knew how to satisfy her partner. This time, her partner
was me.

"Hot, man! Fuck her mouth, man. Do it! Do it!" Jim was so excited
that he was screaming. His screaming suddenly stopped.

I glanced over at him in time to see his head disappear behind the
seat. Bob twisted his body toward Jim's direction. I could tell the
very instant that Jim took it into his mouth because Bob smiled and
winked at me as he expelled air in a soft moan. From the look on
Bob's face, it looked as if Jim was swallowing his whole body.

"Hold on a second," I said as I leaned on the back of Bob's seat.
Whispering so that Mary Ann couldn't hear, I asked, "Did you brings
some rubbers?"

"Rubbers? Sure," he sighed and tried to catch his breath at the same
time. Jim was deep throating him so he found it hard to talk. "Oh!
You mean the Trojan, Magnum, extra large condoms!" he said in a stage
whisper to impress Mary Ann. "Come over and stick your dick between
the two seats. I'll put one on for you." For Mary Ann's benefit, he
made it sound like he was joking. I knew what he was up to when he
openly licked his lips and looked downward toward Jim. It was a
signal that he wanted to share Jim with me. All that I had to do was
to poke my cock in the space between the two seats, which I quickly
did. Immediately I felt Jim's warm mouth envelope my dick. Bob smiled
at me. Jim's mouth moved furiously up and down the shaft. Curious to
what was going on, Mary Ann worked her way up and peered over the
seat.

"What's going on?" her jaw dropped as she inhaled deeply.

Jim raised his head. "You are not the only one that likes to suck
cock, he swallowed, took a deep breath and resumed what he was
doing."

"Yea, but this one belongs to me," she grabbed my ball sack and
pulled. I slid out of Jim's mouth.

Bob tore the condom wrapper with his teeth, took out its contains,
and handed it to Mary Ann. "Here, you put it on for him."

Jim bent over the seat to move in closer. He didn't want to miss
anything. "Man, look at the size of that thing. Fuck! Thick enough to
gag a person or split open a pussy. Man! Look at it." He turned to
Bob and asked, "You ever suck that thing Bob?"

I butted in before Bob could answer. "Man it's awesome to have you
guys watching. Really turns me on. Even Mary Ann likes it too." I
turned to her for an answer.

"Watch this," she said, "you guys haven't seen noth'in yet."

She went down on me quickly and deposited a glob of spit on the tip
of my dick. Then she placed the ring of the tightly rolled rubber to
the outside edge of her lips. While holding it in place with one
hand, she poked her finger from the other hand into the center of the
rubber. Carefully, she moved her finger around unrolling a portion of
the rubber making a pocket about the size of the head of my dick,
inside of her mouth. We watched intently wondering what she would do
next. She came down on me, using her lips, with very little help from
her hands; amazingly, she unrolled the rubber as her mouth slid down
my throbbing shaft.

Bob let go of his dick and banged his hands together in loud
applause. Jim, still holding on his with one hand, formed a "V" with
two fingers of his other hand, and pressed them to his mouth. He
followed by filling up his lungs and letting out with a shrill,
deafening, whistle, known to sports fans as the "Bronx Cheer". Mary
Ann took her bow by nodding her head in humble appreciation. "All
right gentlemen, take your seats. The show is about to begin." She
pushed me back into the seat and straddled me. Mary Ann was
performing for Bob and Jim so she was facing them as she grasped the
shaft of my pole to hold it steady as she rubbed the head against her
clitoris. She stroked the lips of her pussy with my cock before she
centered it. Then, she slowly relaxed as I slid into her. The
sensation was something that I didn't expect. I was surprised how
loose it was and even more surprised with the warmth and softness of
it. By contrast, my cock was hard enough to push through a brick wall
and yet, it felt like I was pushing into wet, warm cotton. It was
finally all in when she let out the first sigh. From then on, it was
a very noisy event. Mary Ann's moans started out softly but ended in
very loud screams each time I slammed in deep. What amazed me was the
feeling when she clamped on it, closing in on my cock from the very
tip down to its root. She was bouncing up and down on me like she was
riding a horse. Suddenly I could tell that she became very wet
inside. She screamed and slapped my side to bring the horse she was
riding to a gallop. I reached around and cupped a tit in each hand
just to hold on. Bob and Jim were shouting words to encourage me.

"Pour it to her, Bro!" Bob cried out.

"Fuck her silly with that big cock of yours stud. Look at your
brother go at it Bob!" Jim yelled as he reached over for Bob's dick.

"Suck my cock, Jim! Watch this Mary Ann!"

I looked around Mary Ann's body in time to see Bob kneeling high on
the seat so that Mary Ann could see. Jim reached both of his hands
around Bob's body and grasped Bob's ass cheeks. He pulled him toward
his open mouth. Bob through back his head as Jim took about half of
what Bob was offering him. Bob grinned from "ear to ear" as the rest
of it disappeared in Jim's mouth.

Mary Ann was so excited that she held tightly to me and somehow
rolled over on her back taking me along with her. She spread her legs
as much as she could in the cramped quarters. One of her legs was
resting against the back of Jim's seat and the other was forced
against the back of the rear seat and sticking upward. Jim was
helping by temporarily holding the leg nearest him while she guided
my dick back in. When Jim let go I held both of her legs for support
as I gave her full strokes in and out. I even managed to pull
completely out once or twice to take a look at my manhood and then,
moving forward, allowed it to find the target again by itself.
Looking down at the action, I had to reassure myself that the big
cock that I was seeing was actually mine. It didn't belong to some
stud in a porno flick; it was a part of me sliding in and out of that
pussy. I was fucking a female!

Realizing that I was getting a thrill out of having an audience, I
made sure that I didn't block Jim's or Bob's view. Bob became so
fired up, watching every stroke, that he jumped over the seat and
landed with his knees on each side of Mary Ann's head. As if she was
waiting for it to happen, she opened her mouth wide and Bob slammed
it in. He temporarily lost his balance and his head hit my shoulder
while he repositioned his self so that he was facing me. As soon as
his movement stopped, he looked up at me and our mouths met. Bob's
tongue immediately slipped into my mouth to meet my tongue.

"I'm coming!" Jim shouted. His voice seemed near.

I heard slapping sounds as he took his last few strokes and then -- I
felt a blob of cum land on my cheek. It must have been a huge load
because some of it ran down my chin. Bob's chin moved on mine as he
rubbed the slippery blob into us. Suddenly, he stopped and let out a
loud moan. He was coming. I found his mouth and rammed my tongue deep
into his throat. At the same time, I pushed as deep in Mary Ann as I
could. Mary Ann screamed as I went off. I am not sure if it was
because the rubber kept the cum from shooting as far as it normally
did when I jerked off, but it felt like a number of rapid explosions
were backfiring into my body. It ended when I collapsed from
exhaustion and felt Mary Ann moving beneath me.

"Let me up. You guys are squashing me!"

Bob gave me a quick peck. "Nice going Bro, I am proud of you," he
whispered. Ignoring Mary Ann, he slowly climbed over and flopped into
his seat in front.

Jim looked down at his watch. "Good grief, it is almost ten. Got to
get you all home. You'll have to get dressed on the way." The keys
jingled as he started the motor.

"What about you, Jim," Bob asked. "Can I drive or hold the wheel
while you get dressed?"

"I would rather you hold my dick instead," Jim said as the car bumped
when we pulled back on the road.

"Shit," said Mary Ann as she slipped into her jeans, "Those guys are
horny again." She turned to me; "Can you believe that?"

"Yea, I can. I would get horny anytime I had Jim's dick in my hand."

"Hey, Bill!" Jim yelled back, taking his eyes off the road for a
second to look at Bob. "I would love to give you the chance." He
didn't say it aloud but what he meant was if it was alright with Bob.
By now, he knew that Bob and I were having sex together and might
even be lovers.

I didn't say anything. Bob looked at me and nodded his head up and
down in approval. Jim was still looking in Bob's direction so he
noticed Bob's positive response and smiled.

Jim must have enjoyed being in the nude so much that he remained that
way as we drove through town on our way to Mary Ann's house. After we
dropped her we headed back to the canteen. The parking lot was empty
except for a single car which appeared to be unoccupied. Still naked,
Jim opened his car door and jumped out onto the cold paving of the
parking lot. He reached into the car, pulled out his clothes, and
proceeded to get dressed. Bob and I got out and I started toward the
bike rack where our bikes were. When I got there, I looked back in
time to see Bob trying to slip Jim a bill. I watched as Jim pushed
back Bob's hand refusing to take the money. Either Bob had agreed to
pay Jim for his part in getting Mary Ann and I together or he was
just making a friendly gesture to help pay for the gas.

"What was that all about?" I asked Bob as we took our bikes from the
rack.

"Oh, he refused to take any money because he wanted to take it out in
trade."

"Trade? With you?" I asked."

"No, with you. That guy has a crush on you. Although I am sure that
he would go for a threesome, if need be. I told him that I doubted
that you would be interested in guys anymore now that you had your
first piece."

"I hope he knows that you were kidding about me not being
interested," I said to Bob as he took off.

Bob stopped and straddled his bike waiting for me to catch up to him.
When I got close enough, he half whispered, "I was hoping that I
could keep you for myself." He smiled at what he said. "Man, you were
hot tonight. At one point, while I was watching, I wanted to be Mary
Ann." He raised up on a pedal, "Come on. Follow me home. Maybe I will
let you get in bed with me when we get home. I have a plan," he said
as he pulled a wheelie and spun out. I followed close behind.

When we got home, after ten, we were too tired for the ice cream cake
that Mom saved in the freezer. Not wanting to wake Mom or Dad, we
quietly crept up the stairs and into our room. As soon as the door
was closed, I started to take off my "Timex" which was usually my
first step to get undressed for bed.

"Hold it!" Bob whispered as he grabbed my wrist. He looked down at my
watch. "Time check! Ten fifteen. Close enough. Now set the alarm to
five forty-five AM." He continued to speak while I followed his
instructions without question. "Mom will be banging on our door to
wake us for school at six. Get it? If you keep your watch on, you
will hear the alarm fifteen minutes before that and be back into your
own bed." Bob had his clothes off and was completely nude before he
finished talking, "I doubt that Mom will look in but if she does, you
will be back in your own bed, not mine." He slipped into bed and
turned on his side with his back facing me.

Exhausted, I moaned as I sat on the edge of his bed to remove my
shoes. My T-shirt and Levi's joined the heap of Bob's clothes on the
floor as I slipped into bed with him. I snuggled up against his warm
body and pressed against him as I reached down to lay my soft cock
into the crevice between the cheeks of his ass. Bob was breathing
hard, in deep sleep. My own breathing soon fell into the same rhythm
of his. Just before I dropped off to join him, half asleep, I mumbled
as I kissed the back of his neck, "Thanks for tonight. Bro ... I love
you..."

TO BE CONTINUED
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