Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 19:19:49 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 6 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                     THE POWER - PART 6
                   By GetRealGuy@aol.com

We were still laughing at the incident with the gay twit at
the restaurant when we got home, opened the front door, and
stepped into our entry hall.

"You're a big bad dude," I snickered. "You should have
pulled out your gun and said 'Get out of Dodge City before
sundown'".

Bob, imitating Clint Eastwood, hunched his shoulders to
look bigger, spread his legs apart, and placed his hand
over is crouch, "Yeah, I could have made his day by taking
out this gun and pissing all over him."

"You're outrageous!" Bob was fast to jump clear when I
took a swipe toward his crotch. "Don't be so jumpy big guy,
I just want to fondle Mom's 'Things to Do' list in your
pocket."

"Never mind! I don't trust you to feel around in there.
I'll get it out myself." He made a gesture as if he was
going to unzip his fly but aborted instead by slipping his
hand into his hip pocket. As he unfolded the paper he
mumbled, "Let's see what's on the duty roster." He looked
it over quickly. "Not too bad, a couple of things that we
were going to do anyhow and the laundry that Mom didn't
have a chance to do. Probably a couple loads, bed sheets
from Mom and Dad's bed and our twin beds and then the
colored stuff. We can do sheets after Tony leaves. That way
we can use Mom and Dad's bed while he is here. Their bed
has more room to play around on, if you know what I mean."
He looked up from the paper with a devilish smile as he
said it. I grinned back, knowing what he meant.

"So what's first?" I was anxious to get started.

"This is your week to mow the front lawn and while you are
doing that, I'll take care of the boxes that Mom wants
moved to the garage. I will get finished first so I will
water the tomato plants in back and start the wash before I
take my shower."

"Yeah, Clint! When you water the tomato plants make sure
that you use the garden hose instead of your gun. Did Mom
put a reminder on the list to put our dirty skivvies in the
wash? If not, she told me to remind you."

"I don't have to worry about that. The skivvies that I have
on are clean, just put them on this morning. I notice that
you don't ware them anymore so I suppose that you don't
have any for the wash either.

"So you notice that I don't ware them. Only perverts notice
things like that."

"Hey, I am not the only one. Get Real! That monster of
yours has to be penned up otherwise it hangs down to your
knees. When we walk down the street in town, it's
embarrassing. Every cocksucker that sees it starts to
drool."

"So what? I hear that drool is wet and the wetter a blow
job is, the better."

Bob wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while making
a slurping sound. "Yeah, maybe I did exaggerate the size of
your little thing," he said still joking around. "I guess
that I'm just as bad about showing off mine. Now don't
laugh; I am going to wear my new bikini underwear while
Tony is here."

"Hey, Bro! What made you think that I would make fun of you
for doing that. I think it's cool. I'll ware mine too. We
never have a chance to lay around in our bikinis watching
TV while Mom and Dad are here so let's do it while we wait
for Tony. How about that?"

"Sounds super to me. Let's get on with it and get the work
done first."

I went out to the garage, pushed the lawn mower around to
the front lawn, and started cutting the grass. I figured
that if I hurried, I could finish while Bob was still in
the shower. We used to take showers together when we were
kids but now that we were bigger; the shower stall was too
small to accommodate both of us at the same time. I knew
that if we were to try it, the close body contact would
cause me to spring a boner that would lead to other things
besides showering. The very thought of it caused my dick to
move around in my jeans trying to make room for an
erection. I put away the mower and went into the house.

As I passed through the living room, on the way to take my
shower, my hard-on went limp when I saw that Bob had
finished his shower and was lying comfortably on the couch
watching the ball game. Disappointed, I was about to bound
the stairs, when I got a glimpse of the huge bulge that
stretched his red bikinis, almost to the point of ripping
them. I stopped dead in my tracks. Making it obvious to Bob
that the site tantalized me, I stood there licking my lips
and rubbing my crotch. He immediately saw where my interest
was directed. Without hesitation, he reached down and
stretched the elastic band of his bikinis downward until it
caught under his balls causing them to plop out over the
outside, forming two big mounds. He gently grasped his
showpiece near the head, stretched it out, and placed it in
the crevice between the two globes. What a sight, he
mockingly pointed it straight at me. I had to top his
little stunt so I turned around and mooned him. I bent over
and dropped my pants enough to show my ass but not enough
to prevent me from being able to climb the stairs. After a
quick look to see if I still had Bob's attention, I
struggled up the steps showing off my bubble butt until I
was out of his line of view.

I entered a cloud of steam when I stepped into the
bathroom. Bob forgot to open the window. I opened it and
started my shower. Although I showered only hours before, I
still paid close attention to cleanse the area under my
foreskin where, now that I was older, the smegma collected.
Bob and I talked about it before. About how an uncut penis
can be a "turn off" if the area under the foreskin is not
kept clean. That is one of the disadvantages of being
uncut. On the other hand, I once heard that a bit of
headcheese might even be blissful to the more seasoned
cocksucker but I didn't want to take that chance with Tony.
While drying off, I took a couple tugs at my dick thinking
of Tony. After slipping into my bikinis, I went downstairs
to join Bob.

When Bob saw me approaching, he sat up. He motioned me to
join him by scooting over by patting the cushion next to
him. I slid in under his outstretched arm, which was
resting across the backrest. His interest seemed to be on
the game and nothing else. Consciously or unconsciously,
his arm slipped down from the backrest and curled around
me. It was almost an involuntary response when I nested my
head in the crouch of his shoulder and neck. By turning my
face toward his neck, I could catch the fresh scent of
"Irish Spring" soap. It was a light, nice clean smell.
Moving downward even more and turning my head slightly, I
positioned my nose next to his armpit. The excitement he
was experiencing while watching the game caused him to pull
me even closer to him. Unknowingly, he forced my nose into
the depths of his armpit. I inhaled deeply while allowing
the tip of my tongue to saver the taste of his under arm. I
was surprised that it didn't tickle him but he was so
engrossed that he was unaware of what I was doing. From his
intense exultation in what he was viewing on the screen, it
was evident one of the teams was about to make a touchdown.
It had to be the team that he was rooting for that scored,
just then, because he leapt to his feet and into the air as
if he were a cheerleader. On his second jump, I grasped the
elastic band of his bikinis and had them down almost to his
knees before he noticed. After his next leap, he bent down
and pushed them down to his ankles. From there, he casually
stepped out of them, one foot at a time, then flopped down
near the outer edge of the couch. I reached around to his
lap and found what I was reaching for. What I felt in my
hand came as a surprise. He had a semi and it was growing
fast. He reached down and slid his hand into my bikinis. I
quickly wiggled out of them so that he had full access to
what he was reaching for. He took it into his hand. One of
our favorite things to do together was to start with both
of our cocks soft and feel them grow longer and thicker in
our hands. It was more or less a contest to determine which
of us would reach a full erection first.

After we had settled down, I started using full strokes on
him. On the downward stroke, when his foreskin had cleared
the head, I would stroke the outer edge of the crown with
my thumb to add to the sensation. A couple of times he
jumped because the head had become extremely sensitive. Bob
was doing the same to me but I was noticing something
different about the way he was reacting. Near the
completion of the downward stroke, he seemed to be
expelling energy in a push. It wasn't a physical push but
more like a muscle flex.

"OK, who are you screwing?" I asked, not expecting the
answer that I got.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he uttered between breaths.

"Tell me or I will stop." I stopped and waited for his
answer.

"No, don't do that. You'll spoil it."

"Well," I sighed as I continued to masturbate him slowly as
before, "whoever she is, she is lucky," I added with a
sigh."

"You might say that," he mumbled with a bit of humor in his
voice. I was sorry that I broke the spell. It didn't take
him long to get back to where he was. He was obviously
fantasizing and I reasoned that he was using "The Power". I
didn't know who his phantom sex partner was, he wouldn't
say. I knew that it couldn't be me, because if it was, I
was here and he wouldn't have to fantasize. It was probably
that new girl at school again that he was imagining.
Nevertheless, I decided to give him some help along by
entering his fantasy as the cunt, whoever she was.

"Oh, Bobby. You have a nice big cock. Push it in deep," I
whispered as I pressed my cheek to his.

He raised his hips slightly. Just as I got near the end of
a downward stroke, he hit my grip with a bang and then
backed off again preparing for the next stroke. This time
he hit hard again. While gyrating his hips, he lifted his
torso to meet my downward stroke. He was breathing hard.

"Fuck me hard," I panted trying to sound like her.

His eyelids were fluttering as I started to speed up the
strokes. Suddenly, forcibly, he yanked his cock out of my
hand. We both heard it. The slam of a car door.

"It can't be!" I sprang to my feet. With a few long
strides, I bounded across the room. I didn't realize until
I was peaking through the curtains of the font window that
I was in the nude. It only took a short glance toward the
street to bring on the panic. "Oh no!" I shouted as I
turned toward Bob. On my return trip to the couch to get
back into my bikinis, I shouted out orders as if I was a
Master Sergeant. "Quick, get up stairs out of sight, it's
Tony."

"What's the plan?" Bob asked while struggling to get into a
standing position. He started to reach down to grab his
bikinis off the floor in front of the couch.

"Don't bother with those. Stay nude, just get into Mom and
Dad's bed. I'll be up in a 'few' to give you more details,"
I commanded.

"With yah, coach," he took a couple of steps towards the
stairs. He stopped and looked down at his stiffy sticking
out in front of him. Then he reached down, rapped his hand
around it, and aimed it toward the stairs. As if he were
talking to it he said, "You lead the way, I'll follow
behind you." Taking two steps at a time, with a few
strides, he reached the midway point of the staircase.
There, he leaned over the banister and loudly whispered,
"Make sure that he has the beer before you let him in."
With gusto, he hopped up the few steps left and disappeared
from view. When I heard the knock, I immediately turned
toward the door. After adjusting my bulge so that it stuck
out as far as possible, I opened the door a crack and
peered out into Tony's face. "Did you bring the beer," I
asked with a smile so that he didn't take the inquiry too
seriously.

"Sure!" he said, returning the smile because he remembered
that the six-pack was his passport and without it, he would
not be allowed to enter. "I wanted to make sure that I had
the right address," he continued. "I'll go back to the
truck and get it." He turned and strolled across the lawn
to the curb where he had parked his pickup.

As I watched him cross the lawn on his way back, I was
impressed with how he clutched the bag of beer under his
muscular arm as if it was a football. His other hand was
free until he approached the first step of the porch. I
couldn't help but notice that as he took the step, he
grabbed his crotch through his loosely fitting jeans.
Either he was making an adjustment for comfort or he was
growing a hard-on anticipating some action. I opened the
door wide enough to allow his broad shoulders to pass
through. As he did, he removed his hand from his toy and
passed the back of his big hand lightly over my pouch
making it look accidental. That confirmed it, he was horny.
Noticing that I didn't resist, turning his hand around, he
made a backstroke and nestled my bulge into his big, cupped
hand.

"Man, that's nice!" he said as he turned toward me and gave
it an extra squeeze. Temporarily diverting his thoughts
from sex, he smiled, turned, and looked into the living
room. "Where's the referring?"

"Come on, I'll show you." I headed toward the kitchen with
Tony following me.

"Are you sure this will be alright. No chance of your
parents getting home early?" he asked with understandable
concern.

"Not a chance. About now, they should be at the cemetery,
right in the middle of the ceremony."

"How about your brother, is he home?"

"Brother?" I swallowed hard to cover the surprise.

"Your Twin." he said without hesitation.

"Then you know?"

"Sure, I knew something was different in the school
restroom that second time."

"Oh, that was Bob."

"Then you must be Bill. Right; now I have the names
straight."

"Can you tell us apart if we are together?" I said
devilishly. I decided to proceed with my original plan
anyhow.

"Oh, I think that I can," he replied with conviction.

"We'll see," I said fiendishly. "Bob is up stairs waiting
for us. Don't let him know that you know that we are twins.
When you see us together, pretend to be surprised."

I lead Tony to the living room. His eyes were drawn to the
TV set where the game was at halftime. I told him not to
come upstairs until I called for him. He was so engrossed
in the activities of the game that he would not be
conscious of the delay. I went up stairs and Bob was lying
on his back on Mom and Dad's bed, nude with an erection
that was pointing toward the ceiling. I reached over and
took his hard cock into my hand. "Been playing with
yourself, Bro?" I gave it a hard tug and through it out of
my grip. It tried to bounce back into my hand but by then,
I had pulled down my bikinis far enough to allow access to
my own. I took my relaxed dick into my hand and started to
pound it furiously. I wasn't used to this. Usually, my
erections just appeared spontaneously but an erection on
demand was something new to me. I was frantic. The harder
and faster I pounded the more hopeless it became. Bob was
looking on with anticipation.

"Man, help me. I can't get it up. Help me."

Bob rolled over and slithered on his stomach toward me. I
was standing next to the bed with my bikinis about half way
down my legs when it happened. At first he reached over,
grabbed the shank, and pulled it towards him. In disbelief,
I saw him stick out his tongue and move in. With some
hesitation, he lightly touched the point of his tongue to
the tip of my cock. After a few more light touches, he
backed off and took a second look. My heart jumped when he
came down again, making circles around the crown with his
wet tongue. To my utter amazement, he popped the whole head
into his mouth and popped it out. This happened again
before I realize that my brother actually put my cock into
his mouth. The most important thing was not how or why he
did it but the fact that he did it at all astounded me.
Also the fact that he did it, knowing what he was doing and
did it willingly. He backed off and gave my cock a few very
long strokes and grinned as he watched it grow. He acted
proud of himself for being responsible for the fast growing
erection that he had in his hand. I was proud of him too. I
thought that I would have his cock in my mouth before he
had mine. Admittedly, it was far from what Tony did that
first time in the restroom but it was a good start and, I
might add, more exciting. I thought about calling
downstairs and telling Tony to leave because here was the
start that could develop into something great. Bob made up
my mind for me.

"Fan--tastic, we are ready," he laid back. "Call Tony. Let
him finish the job."

Reluctantly, I did. In a few seconds, Tony appeared in the
doorway.

"Surprise, surprise. There are two of you!" He made it
sound overly melodramatic but I doubt if Bob noticed. He
stood at the foot of the bed and then crawled up between us
on his hands and knees. "Hey, he said as he settled between
us and took my dick in one hand and then Bob's in the
other, I have to confess something. I knew that you two
were twins all along. I never saw the two of you together
at school because I stay out of the halls when classes are
changing and when the students are in there. I knew that it
was you Bob," he squeezed Bob's cock as he spoke, "in the
school restroom that second time and you, Bill, the first
time." He gave mine a squeeze and a couple of strokes. "Now
I bet you are wondering how I can tell you studs apart."

"Yeah," said Bob, "How do you tell us apart. Most people
can't."

"Bill, were are your blue bikinis right now?"

Even before I looked, I ran my hand down my leg and there
they were. Still there, below my kneecaps and about halfway
to my ankles. Bob snickered as he looked on.

Tony turned and looked at Bob. "Yours are downstairs, on
the floor in front of the couch. I'm not color blind; they
look red to me. This is one time when you guys are not
dressed, or should I say, undressed alike." Then he gave
both of our dicks a hard squeeze. "Now that I have a cock
in each hand, what do you want me to do with them."

I spoke up first. "How about sucking both of us at once.
Put both of us in your mouth at the same time. Can you do
that?"

Before he could give an answer, Bob piped up. "Before you
do anything, how about the pay off. Where is the beer?"
Although we were underage, we always managed to get beer on
special occasions. This was surely one of those occasions.
It only took a couple to give us a glow-on, neither of us
had a desire to get rip-roaring drunk. The exception was
Bob's bout with the hard stuff, last night. I was worried
that Tony might take Bob's demand the wrong way.

Apparently he didn't because he replied eagerly,  "In the
refrigerator downstairs. I'll go get it," He started to
back to the foot of the bed. "No Tony, you stay here. Bob
will go and get it. OK Bob?" I asked as I gave Bob a wink
to let him know that I wanted to be alone with Tony.

"Sure, but I bet that I am not the only one thirsty," Bob
grumbled. He jumped up and left, leaving me with the
feeling that he didn't want to leave us alone.

"Outstanding," I said to Tony, "stand right there. I want
to undress you. You can take off your shirt and shoes but I
want to take off your pants."

He sat down at the foot of the bed removing one shoe, then
the other. His socks came next. After he had finished, he
stood up, crossed his arms, clutched the bottom of his T-
shirt in each hand, with one fast move his arms went up
over his head and he was suddenly bare chested.

I gawked, "Man, that is cool, the way that you took off
your shirt. I want you to show me how to do that later."
His upper body took me by surprise. It was more masculine
than I had envisioned. Not only were his arms bulging with
mussel but also he had a magnificent chest, which was
evenly coated with a beautiful tan to match his face and
everything else that was showing. His chest wasn't overly
hairy but there were a few hairs around his nipples. His
nipples were almost pointed downward because of his massive
pecks. In the center, was a trail of hair that extended
down past his navel. I was anxious to see where it led.
"Let me do your pants."

He undid the top snap for me. I already had the zipper
about half way down. I was delighted with what I saw. He
was wearing a jock strap. I could tell that it wasn't
freshly laundered from a large yellowish stain located near
the bottom of the pouch. As I moved in closer I caught the
sent of masculine sweat. This reeked of male sex. I wanted
to taste and smell it. I moved in to the yellow stain and
inhaled deeply not realizing how strong it would be. A
sharp tingle went up my nose and was absorbed into my
brain. My head was reeling. I found myself licking that
yellowish spot. I could feel Tony's hands on each side of
my head but more than that, I felt a "rush" that made my
head feel like it was floating out of those hands. Then it
came, a feeling of euphoria that rapidly spread throughout
my body. I pressed my tongue hard against the rough fabric.
Then I licked with short strokes allowing my tongue to
return to my mouth frequently for additional saliva. After
the fabric was good and wet, I sucked in the mixture of my
spit, flavored with all the masculine wonders that the
fabric had collected. I experienced the initial rush again
by swallowing what I had collected. I looked up. My eyes
were open yet my vision was blurred. Yet, I could see
Tony's face moving closer to mine. I turned my head up so
that he was looking directly into my face. He moved in
closer to my face and then ----

"Shit!" Bob yelled from behind us. "Someone take one of
these beers before I drop them all." I looked around to see
him holding all three beers. The three cans of beer formed
a triangle that he precariously clamped between both hands.

Tony came to the rescue. He made sure that Bob had a good
hold on one of the cans and he took the other two from him.
"Here's yours Bill," he handed me one then he stepped back
and raised his beer, "Salute!" we all took a sip.

On his second sip, Bob made as much noise as he could and
seemed to be speaking into the can. "I didn't interrupt
anything, did I?" Tony and I looked at each other, not
speaking. Bob noticed. "I meant to tell you guys not to
start without me," he took another sip of his beer, "guess
I forgot." Then he smiled, came over, and threw his arm
over my shoulder. "You like my Bro?" he said to Tony.

"Sure do!" Tony grabbed my cock as he said it. "And you
too," he said as he threw his arm around Bob's neck and
drug him down to the bed almost spilling both beers.

"Careful, guys," I shouted, this isn't our bed.

"Don't want to get you guys in trouble," Tony replied as he
released Bob. He took Bob's beer from his hand and placed
it with his own on the floor beside the bed. I took a sip
of mine and placed it down there too.

Bob rolled on to Tony's chest and made a mock attempt to
pin down his massive arms. Tony offered no resistance.
"Ready Bro?" Bob said to me, "I'll hold him down while you
take off his jocks."

"You guys win. You got me," uttered Tony, "I'll take them
off myself." He lifted his butt and arched his back while
he lifted his legs. In what seemed to be one continuous
motion, his jocks were off and he was whirling them around
in the air. He leaned over the side of the bed and dropped
them to the floor.

Bob's eyes bugged. He was the first to voice a sound.
"WOW!" he exclaimed. The sound that should have come from
me started from way down but somehow it stuck in my throat
and never came out. Bob reached down and wrapped his hand
around the girth of the huge cock, which, in spite of its
weight and size, stood tall and erect. He pitched his voice
like that of a little kid, "Let us play with it."

I am not sure if it was Bob's voice that trickered it, or
not, but I slipped back to the time when I was five or six
years old. I heard myself saying, "Let me play with your
balls, Daddy." As I said it, my hand slowly moved down
toward his sack.

The fantasy spread to Bob. He started to move his fist
slowly up and down Tony's long thick shaft as he spoke in
his childish voice again; "You sure have a nice big cock
Daddy. It is so big and hard."

At first, I wanted to continue to look but instead I
decided to lay back and visualize what I was holding in my
hand. The tips of my fingers explored the magnitude of the
sack as they moved along the scant hairs on the surface. I
discovered one of his huge balls. It was about the size of
a chicken's egg as far as I could tell by feel. I slipped
my free hand under the sack to feel the weight of both
balls on the palm of my hand. Tony started to moan in
ecstasy.

"Are we doing alright, Daddy. Do you like what we are
doing?" Bob kept talking. What he said next, stunned me.
"Would you like to have my Bro, here, lick your balls while
I lick on your big fat cock?"

I looked up with one eye in time to see Bob's tongue
circling the head of Tony's cock. I took the cue to
position myself where I could get at Tony's balls. My
tongue darted out wet with saliva. As I licked, his balls
retracted slightly and then relaxed. I put my lips to one
of his giant balls, as my lips parted; I slowly sucked it
into my mouth. After I was satisfied that I had all of it
in that I could take, my tongue ran over the stretched
surface repeatedly. When Tony started to moan, I knew that
I was giving him as much pleasure as I was giving myself.

Tony yelled out in passion, "You guys are too fucking
much."

"Daddy! I bet you cum plenty. I bet that big thing could
shoot a gallon. You going to show us how much you can cum,
Daddy?" Bob panted in his excitement as he continued to
stroke Tony's big cock.

Then I heard the popping sound. I knew what this meant. Bob
was popping Tony's dick just as he did mine. The slight
shaking of the mattress revealed that there was new
activity taking place. I raised up to get a better view. To
my surprise, Bob had positioned himself so that he was on
top but he was still licking Tony's dick while I was busy
massaging Tony's balls with my tongue. Bob was straddling
Tony's face in what appeared to be a sixty-nine position.

Bob's face was close to mine. He backed off slightly as he
looked directly into my face. His eyes momentarily rolled
back into his head. Then they focused on me again, "Fuck!
He has my cock in his mouth."

I had to see it. In a flash, I spun around and positioned
myself for the best view. It was awesome! Bob was fucking
Tony's mouth as if it was a pussy. Bob was almost pulling
out and then slamming it home. While I was looking on, he
took a deep plunge and gyrated as if he were grinding it
in. While he was doing this, his ball sack nested on the
bridge of Tony's nose. I moved in close and took a lick
while I had the chance.

Tony was moaning but was taking it all. His eyes rolled
back and focused on me as I tongued Bob's balls again. He
managed to reach up and place his hand behind my neck. Then
he pulled me down toward his face. I knew what he was
trying to accomplish. I turned over on my back and moved my
head in beside his. Then Tony did an astounding thing. With
his free hand, he forced Bob's body up so that his dick
slipped out of his mouth. He quickly grabbed it with his
other hand, moved his own head to the side, and pulled my
head under Bob's cock. Then he guided Bob's cock to my open
mouth. Tony curved his upper torso out from under, to make
more room for me, but his crouch was still accessible to
Bob. Apparently, he was enjoying what Bob was doing to his
dick because he started to buck and let out long moans.

When Bob took his first deep jab, deep in my throat, I
gagged. That should have clued him that the pro, Tony, had
been substituted with an amateur, me. I reached up and
rapped my hand around his weapon to gage it. That prevented
him from going as deep in my throat as he did in Tony's.

Tony started to moan in short blasts. "I'm gonna cum!" he
shouted in the middle of a moan. Bob was jerking him hard
and fast. The whole bed was vibrating in rhythm to his
strokes. Then it happened. Tony's body started to jerk and
spasm. He bucked off the mattress and with one long sigh of
ecstasy which was accented each of the five or six times
that he shot.

At that very moment, Bob slammed hard against my mouth but
my hold on his rod kept him from penetrating too deeply
into my throat. He let out a long moan and I knew it was
time. I let go of his cock and let him all the way in. Then
he started shooting his load. I was gagging but that added
to my excitement. I pressed my hand to his body trying to
lift him slightly so that I could swallow the next shot. As
I sucked in a gush of air, I was able to swallow before the
next shot came. I am not sure if it was "The Power" at work
again or if Tony or Bob were jerking me off. Or, maybe it
was the first time that I masturbated without using my own
or someone else's hand. Whichever, it was clear that I
experienced the most intense, and the longest lasting
climax that I ever had. It continued an overwhelming
exaltation that seemed to last an eternity. I spasmed until
it almost hurt. When I finally came down from the ceiling,
exhausted, I heard Tony's voice.

"Holy Christ -- That was some climax!" he slapped me on the
stomach as he said it. "Man, let me lick both of you clean.
This is something that I want to remember."

Bob was still moaning softly as he moved in next to me so
that Tony could do his thing. It tickled like hell as he
licked away. As Bob and I lay there together, I realized
that what Tony was doing was a fitting end to the greatest
thrill that Bob and I had thus far. That, put together with
the thought that both Bob and I had dropped some of our
inhibitions made the meeting with Tony an monumental
occasion. Finally, Tony backed off so that he could picture
us both lying there together. Then he passed the back of
his hand across his mouth. I had almost forgotten about how
much I admired his beautiful teeth the first time he smiled
at me. They were revealed again when he smiled as he got to
his feet. He turned from us and bent over to pick up his
clothes from the floor. The view that I got was
breathtaking. From his backside, I could see his huge ball
sack hanging down between his legs. I wanted to reach out
and fondle it again but I was too far away to do that.

"Say Guys! I hate to tell you this. I have to pick up Jan
at the restaurant. She gets off work soon, Tony said
casually as he stood on one leg while shoving the other
into his jeans.

"Jan? Jan works at Norm's?" Bob was asking as he drifted
down to being his self again. .

"Sure does. She is the pretty blonde waitress. She lives
with me. And; she is the one that arranged to give you guys
a free breakfast this morning. "

"I wondered why it was only us. I noticed that others were
paying," I said.

"I had some things to do at the school this morning and
when I passed by Norm's on the way I saw you two go in,"
Tony explained. I called and asked Jan to fix you up. The
Mayor has an open account so Jan told, whoever, to charge
it to his account. No big deal, it is paid for out of his
campaign funds."

"Thanks," Bob said, but his mind was on something else.
"Then Jan is not your wife?"

"No, we are not married. She is my live-in gal."

Bob perked up. I knew what he was going to ask but I wasn't
sure how he was going to put the question.

"Do you and her -- ?"

"Yeah, when ever she lets me. She has her own studs and I
do too once in awhile. Occasionally we get together."

Bob was interested now. "You are bisexual then. Is that
right?"

"Guess so." He reached out, grabbed both of our limp dicks
at the same time, and simultaneously gave them a slight
pull. "If I could suck cocks like these all the time, I
would give up pussy." He let go of us and backed toward the
door as he spoke. "Hey guys, got to go. What have you studs
planned for dinner?" too hurried to wait for an answer he
added, "How about a barbecue at my place. I can stop by the
'Super' and pickup a few steaks, Jan can make a salad or
whatever -- how about it?"

"Sounds great but we have these sheets to wash and a few
other things," I said nodding my head to let Bob know that
I approved.

"How long with it take?" Tony asked as he put on his shirt.

"Not long," Bob answered, "We'll get them washed and into
the dryer. By the time we get home, they should be dry. If
we get home before ten, we will still have time to make the
beds before Mom and Dad get home."

"Great," I will be back in about an hour to pick you up."
He finished tying his shoe and got up to leave.

"Hey, Bob yelled out. Take the empties with you. We don't
want them left around for inquisitive parents."

He picked up the cans. Then he gave up a big goodbye nod
because that is all he could do with his hands full. "Don't
forget about those in the refrigerator," his voice echoed
from the downstairs hallway. Then we heard the door slam.

TO BE CONTINUED

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