Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2003 21:14:11 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 15 (gay/incest,gay/sf-fantasy)

                       THE POWER - PART 15
                      By GetRealGuy@AOL.com

It was the start of the last semester; the Hop was set for this coming
Friday night.  The Junior class held it every year and it was open to
everyone in the school.  It was to be a casual affair, supposedly, come
as you are.  That was bogus; the chicks always tried to outdo each other,
with the outrageous, while the guys, to the other extreme, were jokingly
reminded they had to ware shoes.  No band, we called in Harry Terry, the
top disc spinner from WOIC, "The Biggie, The Witty".  When he did his
thing at the Hop last year, I had to admit that he pulled off some good
ones, so Witty fit.  Biggie? that fit too; not only for his popularity
but he must have weighed at least 350 pounds.  The theme was kind of 70s
disco, lights and all.  The sound system was supplied by the radio
station, WOIC, and the disco lighting was kluged up by a couple of
electronic nerds from Senior class.  The faculty insisted on having a
partial say on the music, they snuck in a lot of "older than oldies" that
didn't fit the 70s motif in the slightest.  That was because the rule of
the dance committee was that every faculty member, and all were required
to attend, was obligated to take to the dance floor.  Most of them joined
in on the slow dancing because it was easier on the old creaking bones.

There were a few exceptions.  Mr. Collins, math teach, and his wife were
primo, really into it.  Ruth, their daughter, said that her Mom used to
teach dancing.  They did a superb demo of the Tango.  To show that they
weren't as square as they appeared, they bought down the house with their
rendition of a combo of the two-step, Charleston, and a couple other
snappy ones; it really dated them.  The adult exhibitions were meant to
be entertaining, but when you leave it to individuals that are dedicated
to teaching; you have a feudal attempt to bring culture to a group that
is just out for fun.  With the faculty, the whole affair was foreplay for
the Senior Ball, next month.  The Senior Ball was a very formal affair
that some of us would be attending next month and virtually all of us in
the Junior class would be attendees next year.  That meant rented tucks,
corsages, formal gowns, and nothing but ballroom dancing.  The guys, for
sure, needed the make ready.  That would take care of itself.  There was
a bigger concern with some of the guys.  It was, more or less,
traditional to take your date out to a late dinner or elegant snack after
the ball.  For that, you had to have a car, or belittle yourself by
chumming a ride for you and your date, which wasn't the coolest.  That
bought up the necessity in Bob's mind, to have a car.  I knew he was
thinking along those lines while we walked our dates to the Teen Canteen
after the Hop.

Jill and Bob walked arm in arm in front of Peg and I. The place was
crowded with parents acting as chaperons.  Most of them were under the
impression they were protecting the virginity of their daughters; way too
late, most lost it way back.  Raggedy Ann's old man was there.  He was a
big bruiser so my guess was that he was acting bouncer in case any of the
guys got out of hand.  He certainly wasn't there to protect his daughter
when half of the male population of the town already had her.  No doubt
he knew that because, I suspect, he could be included in the bunch, along
with Bob and me.  Raggedy Ann was my first piece of ass, and Bob's too.
His relation with Jill was to get a dance partner for the Hop; it was
basically the same with Peg and me.  The big difference was that Peg and
me were bound together because we were both gay.  That came out
unexpectedly a few days before the Hop.

Peg and I were sitting on one of the few benches in front of the school
before first bell.  During our conversation about nothing, my eyes
drifted up the sidewalk and focused on a male figure that I couldn't
identify.  As he approached, I couldn't believe what I saw.  Oh, yes I
could, even from twenty feet away he was showing what had to be a fat
seven inches soft, curled and pushing at the front of his jeans.  As he
got closer, he didn't notice that I was still gaping at him because he
was taking quick glances ahead of him and back down to a book he was
reading.  My mouth was probably still open in awe when he passed in front
of us.  To get a good look at his bubble ass, as discretely as possible,
my eyes followed him as he passed by.

"He's the new guy, Senior.... Your type?" Peg asked casually.

Man, she caught me cruising.  I didn't answer because I wasn't prepared
for her to come at me as directly as that.  I just plain didn't know what
to say.

"He's definitely not my type!" she said when she noticed that I was
uneasy.

"Why is that," I asked trying to sidetrack her from her original
question.

"Easy, he's male."  She said looking straight into my eyes and smiling.

"Dah!" conveying that I didn't understand.

"Not female!"  Realizing that she blared it out, she turned and looked
around to see if anyone but me heard.

There it was.  I couldn't take it any other way.  She was telling me that
she was gay and wanted me to level with her about myself.  I gave it as
much thought as I could, with her staring at me for an answer.

"All that I can say is that it's a hummer."

"What do you mean?"

"When a number like that walks past, a gay guy expresses his approval
like this; hHUMMMmmmm!"

"Like this?  HUMMMMMM!" she said, giving it a try.

"No!  You have to start at a normal pitch, slide to a higher pitch, then
let it slide do as low as you can go."

"Here goes!"  She looked at the backside of a tall female that had just
walked past.  "hHUMMMmmmmmm!"

"Right on!" I said as I gave her a high-five.  "Now see that guy over
there?  If he were my type, and he is ... hHUMMMmmmmmmmmm!
HHUMMmmmmmmm!"

Her response was far more than I expected.  She wrapped her arms around
me and gave me a big kiss on the lips.  Behind us, from a group of guys,
came a barrage of catcalls, whistles, cheers, and hand clapping; the
usual things that guys do to egg on another guy that is making out.  We
would be the topic of conversation for at least the next few days.

I'm glad that it worked out as easily as it did.  I had no intention of
"coming out" publicly but I was only being fair to her.  We already had a
good start on a lasting friendship and a cover that had everybody fooled.
Peg was way up top as far as looks and showed very few, if any, signs of
being butch.  For myself, hopefully, I didn't show signs of being gay
either.  If it were around, there were many guys that would have gladly
pointed it out to me and everyone else, in a derogatory way.  We made a
great couple.  Later when we talked I let her know that she really didn't
act or show the part.  She let me know that she was the fem and the
girl's gym teacher was her lover, adding that they secretly got together
whenever they could.  I was concerned that someone with a big mouth would
find out and if that happened, our cover would be kaput.

"Total secret?" she asked as she held out her hooked pinkie to do the
hooked finger thing like we used to do when we were kids.

"Secret!" I said as I hooked her finger.

"The principal knows about me and Marbie and thinks it's great ... he's
gay you know."

"Man," I said.  "You could have fooled me.  I know someone else in the
facility that's gay...and don't ask me how I know," I added, not really
intending to give out a name.

"You mean Tony, the school custodian?"  She gave me a knowingly smile,
"Welcome to 'Payton Place'."

In those few minutes, she gave her all.  I was surprised to hear her pour
out her top most secret.  I was concerned that she might want to know
about Bob and me.  For Bob's sake, I wouldn't let on...what would I do if
she asked?  Oh, that would never happen.  Bob and Jill had put it across
as a pair of love birds and that is how everyone was taking it, including
Peg.  I wasn't too worried about it because I know Bob well enough to
know when he was getting some; he wasn't getting any.  As much as he
liked sex, I knew that I could get him interested in messing around,
anytime -- we used to call it experimenting.

I saw a lot of Peg in the next week.  We had private things to talk about
so we usually ate lunch together on the patio.  Usually, after we
unloaded all the private stuff, we switched to the topic of the day.
That time, it was different.  Peg started speaking before she sat down.

"Did you know that I was chosen to do the set design for 'Lost Island'"?

"Great!  That's great!" I said, congratulating her.

"Lost Island" was the name of our musical.  Annually, the school
presented a musical in the downtown theater.  It was a big production; it
required a lot of preparation for amateurs, like us, to pull it off.

"And," she said, "knowing how talented you are, I recommended you to show
off that talent by helping me, by painting the scenery -- will you?"

"For sure!"  I was delighted.  I reached over and squeezed her hand,
almost a handshake, to thank her.

"Come on!  I want to show you the drawings."  She grasped my hand tightly
and literally dragged me into the building.  The guys standing around the
doorway went berserk with jealousy.  This time they just looked, with
their mouths wide open.  I quickly spotted the wheel in the bunch and
gave him a wink, a standard signal, the same as saying -- Sorry guys,
it's mine.

Before we had a chance to unroll the plans, the first bell rang.  "Take
them," she said, as she handed them to me.  "Put them in your locker, we
can talk about them later or better yet, give me a call near dinner time.
I have a date with Marbie tonight so call me early if you can."

I saved the plans until study hall, last period.  As I unrolled them, I
saw palm trees, sand, and then the ocean.  "I can do it!" I said aloud
to myself.  If Bob and I had only one brain, I would be using the right
side because I excelled in art.  I welcomed the project.

I spent about half of the period looking over Peg's drawings and deciding
how I would go about painting something so massive, it was going to be a
challenge.  It came in a rush, I would use the grid method that I learned
in art class.  Easy, divide Peg's drawing into a grid of squares.  Then
do the same to the scenery backdrop except that each two-inch square on
the drawings equal a two-foot, or whatever, square on the scenery.  Then
paint what I see in each square on Peg's drawing into the big squares
that I temporarily plotted on the scenery.  I thought it would be helpful
if I went over to the theater and sat in the audience to visualize the
set as Peg had drawn it.  It so happened that Mr. Averies, the music
teacher, and the person responsible for our musicals, was in charge of
the study hall.  After I told him what I wanted to do, he informed me
that I better get going.  He said that there was a crew moving out
scenery and they were still working but would be finishing up soon.  I
had his permission so I was on my way.

The theater, or playhouse, as Mr. Averies called it, was only two blocks
away so there was no need to take my bike.  At first, it was a movie
house.  Then, when the big screen and stereophonic sound came along, our
little downtown theater wasn't sophisticated enough to handle it.  So,
the owner, old man Nickels, bought out a field next to the Peterson place
on the outskirts of town, and built a brand new theater.  He kept the old
downtown theater for a few years after that and much to the delight of
the older folk in town; its main attraction was that it featured old
black and white movies.  Later, a group of traveling theatrical
performers came to town and used the theater for one of their
productions.  The town was so delighted to have real live stage
productions that a few of the appreciative citizens financed the town's
one and only little theater playhouse.  To fill in the gaps between
productions, the old movie screen still flashed with old black and
whites.  Since then, the stage has been refurbished and many years before
my high school days, our school has been presenting our annual musical
there.  All possible because of our wonderful music teacher, Mr. Averies,
who had the uncanny ability to take a handful of kids, each year, and
make them perform like professionals.  His productions involved virtually
the whole school: the shop classes, his music classes and of course, the
art classes.

Mr. Averies was right.  The auditorium was open and the crew was
finishing up removing the set from "The Night of January the Sixteenth".
It had completed a successful two-week run by the Mill House Players.
The group made their rounds to our theater every season.  The set
consisted of a judge's bench, witness stand, and jury box.  The jury was
selected from the audience beforehand and directed to the jury box on
stage where they would judge the guilt or innocence of the accused.  I
moved down a side isle and into a row in the center where I thought that
I would get the best view of the stage.  The crew was removing the last
part of the scenery as I looked on.

"Hey kid, what ya doin' here!" came a deep rough voice from somewhere
behind me.

"Ah," I said caught in surprise.

I turned around to see who was speaking when I saw a huge, bare chested
hulk of a male approaching along the row of seats toward me.  I got to my
feet and found myself looking, at eye level, straight into the tangled
hair of the biggest chest that I have ever seen.

"Ah," I said again, with my mouth gaping open and at the same time
inhaling his manly scent.  "I'm from the high school and I want to get an
idea what the scenery, that I am going to paint,  will look like from here
in the audience."

I tried not to look directly at his massive pecs accented by two great
big nipples that were standing out wanting to be sucked.  I unrolled
Michel's drawing, trying to get my mind off of the male part of me that
was stirring in my pants trying to make room for an erection.

"I have the design drawings here," I said after taking a deep breath to
cover my nervousness.

That was the worst thing that I could have done at that moment.  As I
inhaled, his manly musk was like an aphrodisiac, which caused my cock to
tent my pants.

"Oh, sorry kid," he said less sternly, "I thought you were just a kid
that roamed in from the street."  He held out a hand that was about twice
the size of mine to shake while he concluded his apology.  "You from
around here, a local?"

"Yes," I said wondering how I would get out of the vice grip of his
handshake.  He let go of my hand, flipped down the seat next to me and
sat down.

"That's my crew up there.  We are always on the move.  We aren't with
this company.  My crew works for several companies like this one.  They
hire us to move, setup, and tare down the sets.  Who does yours?"

"Oh, our productions are local and not near as elaborate as what you have
here.  We are just a high school and we rely on what we have.  The shop,
art and music classes all pool there talent."

"That's great!" he said as he moved in closer.

"Hey boss," one of his crew yelled as he moved to center stage, "It's
wrapped up."

"Ok, secure the truck and move it from the dock to the back parking lot,"
he shuffled his feet and slowly moved into a standing position.  "I'll
meet you guys in the hotel bar.  Drinks are on me, made arrangements with
the bar tender.  Just tell him who you are, I'll close down and be along
in a few."

I scooted to the edge of my seat while he stood above me shouting orders
to the crew on stage.  I felt hidden in the shadow of the mammoth human
structure towering above me.  I shifted my eyes secretly in his direction
to find that my eyes were even with his crouch.  It was a huge bulging
basket I was looking at and the backlight coming from the sidewall
perfectly exploited the size of it.

"Oh, Mac!" he yelled, as if it was an afterthought, "don't let any of the
men overdue it."  His helper, on the stage, turned to the other guys and
motioned for them to move into the wings.  As they disappeared from sight
I heard one of them say, "The boss is up to it again," then, muffled
snickers from two or three of the other men.  The movement beside me as
he sat back down in the plush seat diverted my attention enough so I
didn't care what was happening on stage.  I was only glad that they were
leaving us alone in the theater.

"We are going to do our annual musical here and I am going to paint the
scenery."  Somehow, I felt that he wasn't listening to anything I said;
his mind was somewhere else.  "I wanted to get some idea of the total
expansion of the stage from here in the audience."

"Great," he said without much enthusiasm, "You live here in town?"

"Yeah, I was born here."  As I spoke, I caught him catching a quick glance
at my lap.

"I would have guessed that," he remarked in a knowingly manner.  "And how
many years ago was that."

"You mean, how old...?"  I was quick to answer because if I hesitated he
would know that I was lying.  "Oh, I'm eighteen, a senior and will be
graduating next month."  I don't know why I bothered; one year wouldn't
have made any difference.

"I know that you may not be old enough to use them but I bet that you
know where all the cathouses are around town."

"I don't know of any.  This is a pretty religious town."

"I was afraid of that.  I got a horny crew, and I am that way myself
right now and nothing to do all night.  We leave tomorrow morning.  You
don't know of any loose girls around that might want some fun tonight, do
you?"

I thought of Mary Ann right away but I wanted him for myself.  I had
never done this type of thing before and I wasn't sure how to go about
it.

"Just a blowjob would do.  You don't know anybody that would do that for
me, do you?"  He looked down at my pants again.

My outward response would have been, WOW, WEE!  But, I managed to keep
it within.  I thought, if I ever heard an invitation, that was one.  He
went even further.

"I would pay a guy five bucks if he get down on the floor and lick my
balls while I jack off."

As he spoke, he was rubbing the front of his pants with the palm of his
huge hand while watching closely for my reaction.  Expressionless and
looking straight ahead, I tried not to show the excitement that was
welling up inside of me.

"Reach down under the arm of the seat and feel my pants, see if you would
like to help me out."  I didn't have to move; he reached over, gave my
erection a little squeeze - to let me know that he was aware of it --
clutched my wrist, and guided my limp hand to the huge bulge in his lap.
It was as if he placed my hand on a large rock -- it was as hard as a
rock all right, but this rock was warm and alive.

"That's right, play with it a little," he urged.  "You think that you
would like that?"  He knew that he was getting to me so he went on, "I'd
give a guy ten if he would take the head of it in his mouth and I
wouldn't even cum in his mouth unless he wanted it."

I tried to remain as none responsive as I could by simply relaxing my
hand over the huge mound.  It was almost impossible because his cock was
bucking in spasms under his tight Levis.

"Come on kid, I am about to shoot my wad.  It will only take a few
seconds to get me off.  Shit!  I'll give you twenty."

That was it.  If I didn't do something fast, he would loose his wad and I
would loose the twenty.  I was tugging at his zipper as I swung down on
my knees between his legs.  He rose slightly to slide his pants down.  In
a matter of lest than five minutes, I had assumed the role of a male
prostitute and I knew that I better start behaving like one.  The twenty
bucks would go into the fund for our dream car.  As if I were a pro, I
held my head several inches from that huge mushroom cap, shinny with
precum, and extended my palm upward near his face.  He knew that I was
asking for the money.

"Ok kid!  He said.  I backed off so that he could reach for his wallet,
"you don't take any chances, do you?"

I took the folded bill from his hand as I glided my tongue over the
precum oozing from the slit.  I wasn't going for the prize yet, down
lower, nestled in a relaxed bag of hairless skin, was a set of balls
almost equal to Tony's.  Big hanging balls, my concept of a man, a virile
older man.  That's why Tony turned me on so much, and why I liked to see
Dad in the nude.  Also, the aroma of a mature, masculine, male, almost
brings me to a climax.  I knew that his big sweaty balls would be the
best place the catch that essence at its full strength.  While his thick
veiny pole drooled precum on my forehead, I sampled every inch of his
ball sack with my wet tongue.  I concentrated on one of his balls,
tracing the shape of it with my tongue.  While caressing it with my lips,
I slowly, but gently, sucked it into my mouth.

"Ahhh!, he cried out as he through his head back in ecstasy.

I almost panicked.  I couldn't have him coming so soon; I hadn't got to
the best part yet.  "Man, what a whopper," I whispered, as I rapped my
hand around to measure its thickness.  "Make sure you tell me when you
are ready," I said sternly, "I want to take it.  Every drop," I added, in
a muffled tone, as I tried to stick the point of my tongue into the slit
to get more precum.

I took a few conventional plunges to loosen up my throat muscles.  I was
ready, for the deep throat.  It was huge, so I started slowly, swallowing
as I took in more and more of it.  He was squirming uncontrollably before
I reached bottom and felt my nose buried in his pubic hairs.  I stayed
down for a few seconds when I remembered what Bob had done to me once.  I
started a hum in my throat which was almost like a vibrator in there.  It
drove him wild.

I was afraid that he was about to go off.  I didn't want that, not yet
anyhow.  I held his ball sack at the base where it connected to his body,
as I withdrew his cock from my mouth.  It made a popping sound as it
sprung out.  The head was scarlet red and swollen where it looked like it
was about to burst.  It was mushroomed; its edges were flared out.  The
skin around the pee hole was stretched so much that it forced the slot to
open and drool out more of that sticky clear fluid.  My tongue darted out
to lap it up.  My immediate impression, as I savored the taste, was how
much stronger it was than Bob's.

I drew my head back so that I could take a better look at the beautiful
thing that I was holding in my hand.  The flared edges of the cap told me
that as much blood as possible had found its way there and the
sensitivity was at its maximum and ready for my best shot to give him the
optimum experience.  Holding his pole firmly to keep it from jumping, I
slowly ran my tongue around the outer-most edge of that ridge around the
helmet.  I had to tighten my grip on his shaft because it was jumping out
of control.  I kept it up, my tongue circling round and round, while the
pulses under my hand got stronger and stronger.  I knew it was time; I
squeezed the shaft as hard as I could to give me time to get the head of
his cock, which had swollen even more, into my mouth.  I was just as
excited as he was, maybe more.  Could it happen?  Could I come without
touching myself now?  I went all the way down on him as I reached for my
crotch.  I had the same pants that I had on when Tony jacked me through
the material, so I took hold of my own cock and let go of my grip on his
as the explosion happen.  I gagged and swallowed at the same time as some
of it squirted out the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin.  He was
in the middle of a long moan and I had only taken a few jerks on myself
when I released my load in an uncontrollable set of spasms.  There was so
much of it that it felt like I had pissed my pants.  I pulled off of him
trying to catch my breath and used his bare leg as a crutch to help me to
standing position.  Before I reached my full stature, he reached forward
with both arms and hugged my waist.

"Hold it kid," he said, his voice muffled by my shirt.  He reached down
to his pants, which were rapped around his ankles.  I backed up and
watched as he reached in his pants pocket for his wallet.

"I can't do this to you kid.  I slipped you a ten instead of a twenty."
He pulled out a bill and offered it to me.

I took the folded bill from his outstretched hand and turned away without
giving him so much as a smile.  I was grateful that he leveled with me
but wasn't sure if I should thank him for it or not because of the sneaky
he pulled on me.  I turned and took about three steps in the direction of
the main isle.

"Come back here kid!" he shouted, "Come here ... we're not through yet
-- take this!"  I came back toward him.  "This is for ... for being the
best ..." he was holding out another bill.

He held the money tightly at first but when I pulled on it, he released
it and grasped my hand.  He pulled me in closer to him, reached around,
and patted me on my ass.

"Now get out of here before I get hard again and want to fuck that cute
ass of yours."  He gave my butt a hard swat as he said it.  I don't think
that he meant for it to hurt but I felt the sting all the way to the main
isle.

When I got outside of the theatre, I reached down into my pocket and
pulled out the folded money.  I unfolded the first one; it was a ten.
The second, was also a ten.  This one, I thought, as I unfolded the last
bill, is my tip, my reward for being an extra good cocksucker.  I
underestimated myself, it was another ten, on a scale of ten, I guess
that made me a ten.  I could hardly wait to get home and brag to Bob how
I earned the money.  You little whore, that's what he'll say.

I had to get back to school because I left my bike in the rack and
walked.  It was only a few blocks away but it was late so I broke out in
a run.  It must have been later than I thought because the schoolyard
looked empty.  My bike was the only one in the rack and as I looked
toward the teacher's parking lot, there were only three cars still there.
I hopped on and pulled into the parking lot driveway.  My peripheral
vision caught the moving form of a VW pulling up beside me.  Oh shit, it
was Mr. Averies behind the wheel.

"Hi Bill!  How did you do at the playhouse?"

He always called it the playhouse; nothing could be more appropriate.  I
would have liked to answered him by saying -- Oh, it's a playhouse isn't
it?  So, I was playing.  Playing with some guy's great, big, beautiful,
dick before I sucked him off - yeah, I could have said all of that, but I
didn't.  Instead, I just said, "Oh, it went just fine!"

"Good!  Did you get any ideas that we can talk about tomorrow?"

"I think so," I answered, hoping that he could wait until tomorrow and
not talk about it then.

"Great!"  His car started to creep forward as he spoke.  "We can get
together tomorrow, I am anxious to get your input."

I watched the back of his car move down the driveway.  I knew that he
couldn't hear me but I said it anyhow.  "Yeah," I said, "we'll talk about
it if you like to hear the details of how I deep throated an eight inch
dick instead of doing what I was supposed to."  That had something to do
with scenery, if I remember correctly.  I better think up some good ideas
before tomorrow or my ass will be in a sling.

I speed raced to all the way so I wouldn't be much later than I already
was.  I lucked out, my timing couldn't have been better.  I got home just
in time for dinner.  They were just sitting down at the table when I came
in the door.  Mom and Dad were already seated and glanced up at me.  It
was Bob that spoke up.

"You're late," he said as he pulled out his chair to sit down.  "I saw
your bike was still in the rack when I left so I figured that you were
walking Peg home."  I think that he knew that I wasn't with Peg; he was
covering for me in case I needed it.  He took the bowl of mashed potatoes
that Mom handed him.  "Now, if you had a car to drive Peg home, you
wouldn't have been this late," he added, smirking a little.

"Yeah," I said directly to him, "And about that, I have a surprise ...
will tell you later!"

"Don't we get to hear?" Mom whimpered.

"That one is for Bob but here is one for all of you.  I was at the
theater to look over the stage.  Get this!  Peg and I are going to do the
scenery for the musical this year."

Dad was the first to congratulate me.  I was surprised because he usually
doesn't do much talking at the dinner table, he just eats.  Mom quickly
followed with her congratulations.

"Yeah," Bob said, between chews, "I heard about it today.  I'm impressed,
but not surprised.  "What was the other?"

I didn't make the sound; I just put my finger to my lips.  No one but Bob
saw, he caught on.

About halfway through dinner, Bob really started to scarf it down.  "I
have a date with Jill, tonight," he announced.

"Your night at the dishes," Mom informed him, "or did you forget?"

"Okay," I said, "it's me.  I'll fill in.  Bob, you owe me.  I'm staying
home anyhow because I have to call Peg later.  She wants to know what I
think of her drawings of the scenery."  And," I added, especially for Bob
to hear, "Peg will want to know how I made out at the theater and what
ideas I picked up."  It was uncanny; The Power was at work again.  I
didn't even have to look in Bob's direction.  Transmission was
successful; he had his antenna up and received the "picked up" and the
"made out" parts at maximum signal strength.  Mom and Dad didn't have a
clue to what was going on.

"You'll have to tell me all about it when I get back tonight," Bob said
looking at me with one corner of his mouth turned up in a smile.  He
blinked his eyes, twice, giving me the signal that he had received my
transmission.  He turned to Mom as he reached for the doorknob, "I won't
be late."

Dad lifted his head to say something but changed his mind when he
realized that Bob had split.  While I was helping Mom with the dishes,
she asked me about the scenery project.  She listened intently but when I
started explaining the details, I sensed that she was getting a little
bored.  Actually, I was rehearsing what I was going to report to Mr.
Averies tomorrow.  Finally, to turn me off, she suggested that I make
that call to Peg before it got too late.

I expected Mom and Dad to pass by me on their way to the living room
while I was on the phone.  They usually either read or watch TV in the
living room, after dinner.  When I hung up and entered the kitchen, I was
surprised to see that they were still at there usual places at the table.
Mom was holding a deck of cards, looking up at me.

"Five card draw, nothing wild... place your bets," she said, while she
shuffled the cards.

The down expression on Dad's face said that he lost a hand or two
already.  I reached for the chair with one hand and reached in my pocket
for change with the other.  Oh shit, dried come, I remembered that I
didn't get a chance to shower or change before dinner, couldn't, that
would have been suspicious.

"Okay, a few hands.  Got some homework so I'm gonna pull-out early."

I walked away with winners, five bucks and some change.  I kept the
change and put the five, along with the three twenties that I had been
awarded for my services, under Bob's pillow.  Then I undressed, cleaned
up, and got in bed, my own; I was bushed.  I must have just fallen asleep
when I heard one of Bob's shoes drop to the floor.

"Hey Bro!" I said softly.  He was sitting on his bed, bent over taking
off the other shoe.

"Hi!" he mouthed through a smile, making no sound.

"Look under your pillow and see what the tooth fairy, left you."

Smiling, because I just called myself a fairy, he reached under his
pillow.  After feeling around, he sat up and fanned out the money in
front of him like a poker hand.

"For the car fund," I whispered.

He stared at it as if he had a Royal Flush and then looked up at me
smiling, "You've been whoring!"

"Right on!" I said too loud, forgetting about Mom and Dad.

"Come on over here," he said as he quickly finished undressing.  He
slipped under the covers and held the edge high so I could get under too.

I slipped in and after he moved to make room for me, we both rolled over
on our backs.  He turned his head toward me and whispered in my ear.
"Now reach down under the covers and take hold of the knob of the
'four-on-the-floor' between my legs and let's go for a drive."

"Gentlemen," I said, mimicking the announcer at a racetrack, "start your
engines."

"Let's go!" he said.  "My engine is warmed up and getting hotter all
the time.  Start pumping the gas; rib it up by telling me all about what
my little whore did this afternoon."  He reached down and felt my dick.
"Shit, yours is hard already.  If I had known that the glory hole thing
would turn you into a sex fiend, I would have turned you on to it sooner.
Give me all the details, blow by blow!"

I sat up, "We'll call this a 'show and tell', with a lot more showin'
than tellin'," I said as I got out of bed and knelt on the floor.  "Now
sit up," I commanded, "move to the edge of the mattress, spread your
legs, and let your balls hang over like you're sitting at the edge of a
seat in the theater.... That's it... Now watch, I'm showin'....
hHUMMMmmmmmmm ...........!!"

TO BE CONTINUED
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