Learning To Fly
It's that time. You have a choice and you can't hide from it. Tuesday you chose a real future, one already begun - or a dive into a non-existent past. Your choice. It's one you're going to have to live with for the next 25 or more years. You and your loved ones - and your country. Just remember that if you vote wrong, you've condemned yourself to an extra helping of all that bigotry the rich preachers and hate mongers have planned if Bush wins. Vote.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Frank headed home to put in an appearance with the family, clean up, and change clothes. I picked up torn foil packets and used raincoats in the family room and my bedroom.
Those were evidence of activity the folks wouldn't exactly approve of and went under the coffee grounds in the trash because not even mom would lift day-old grounds to check on her baby's doings. The dildo went into a sink of hot water and bleach to soak until I was ready to wash it off and put it safely away.
I headed for the shower.
Mark Edwards was one sated boy. Hell! He was so sated he didn't even get hard as he soaped his dick and balls under the jets of water. He might have been a virgin three mornings ago, but he had all the sex he had ever imagined now.
I grinned at myself as I ran my razor over my face. Who'd have thought Frank Ciencias would get off getting fucked? Or on being spanked - tied up and paddled?
I had to admit it looked hot. I knew I was going to try it - but only after Henry and Jimmy were gone and there wasn't anybody around but me and Frank. Something like that was something I'd try out only with my best friend. The one person I trusted as much as he did me.
I knotted my towel around my waist, opened the door on my room, and stepped into the bedroom.
Frank was sitting on the bed. He looked scared as shit. I stopped and stared at him. And immediately figured there was something going on that meant I was in some deep shit.
"Rafe got home early," he mumbled and wasn't willing to look at me as I started across the room to him.
"Yeah?" That didn't sound scary. Frank and I could work up a story for Rafe. We could keep his big brother as far out of the loop as we were going to be doing with our parents.
"Hello, Markie," a voice I remembered too well came from the door to the family room.
I pivoted to face Rafael Ciencias watching me. I felt sweat prickled across my forehead. He didn't seem especially friendly. The look on his face suggested I was standing in as much shit as I thought I was when I found Frank sitting on my bed. I wondered what my best buddy had had time to tell his older brother since he pulled on his clothes and left me. I wondered if I wanted to know.
"Hi, Rafe."
"We're gonna have us a good long talk, Markie." He shut the door and I was alone with him and Frank - with just a towel covering my ass. "Just the three of us."
Mark Edwards realized he was at one nasty disadvantage in the face of the fully dressed Ciencias brothers in his closed bedroom.
"Yeah?" I said with more bravado than I ever showed Rafe before. It had to be all that jizz straightening my backbone.
"I've got a baby brother who's gone queer on his family while I was gone - you're the only one I know who could have infected him."
Talking about backbones - where had Frank's gone? What had he done - walked right in and spilled his guts the moment he saw his brother? Jesus H. Christ!
"What makes you think I'm queer?" I asked defensively, trying to keep my options open. And knew immediately I had just confirmed his statement about me. Boys weren't supposed to think logically when their sexual preferences were being called into question. Shit!
He guffawed. "I've known you liked dick since I was thirteen or fourteen, Markie. You were so fucking obvious."
Double shit! Here I was right back to that 'maricón loco' shit he was putting out when we were kids. "You'd have been relieving us both all these years if Franciso hadn't pulled me back."
He crossed the room and stopped in front of me, his eyes even with mine. "I want to see this for myself. I want to see you swinging on pinga. I want to see my brother doing it. I'm going to try to understand what turns him on about it." He smiled slowly, like I was frog he was getting ready to dissect. "If it makes sense for him, I won't beat him up - and I won't kill you, Markie."
Triple shit! The folks would come home from my aunt's and find their good-looking son lying on the floor of his room naked as the day he was born and deader than a doornail. Not a pretty picture.
I was up shit creek without a paddle - and every other applicable cliché I ever heard. Rafael Ciencias looked like he could kill me, never mind what he did to his little brother. This boy had put on muscle the last year he was studying in Spain. One fist into all these perfect teeth that cost the folks so much money and I figured I'd be out for the count, freely available to anything he decided to do to me.
I wanted to know what Frank had told him. Bad. My life might depend on it. I figured whatever Rafe decided to do to me, the younger Ciencias wasn't going to be any help - and the two Teutonic assholes who had been fucking us and letting us fuck them were squirming on their knees praying their souls away in lock-step.
"Okay," I told him, trying to sound reasonable, "so you think I'm homosexual. You can think anything you want, Rafe. But why do you think Frank is? And why are you blaming me for what he does?"
"Francisco's all but admitted to swinging on dicks - and taking them up his ass."
Frank shook his head emphatically against that one.
"He also said you put out."
The boy on the bed looked down at his hands in his lap as his face turned red as hell.
There went the remnants of my best friendship. The fucking asshole ran on about how I sucked and bent over. Rafe put two and two together and it equaled four. Frank never had known how to shut up - not since he was five.
I allowed myself to wonder what I had ever seen in him - except for a cock that fit my ass well. And an ass that fit my cock like a glove. He had done to me what he did to Luke Tonkavitch back in our senior year in high school - sang like a fucking canary. Only, I didn't have the whole school shunning me; I just had his big, bad brother ready to kill me.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, keeping in mind the best way to keep from dying before one's time was to stay friendly with one's would-be murderer. Combating Terrorism 101 was my bible on this one - I just hoped the promise of the gospel was real.
"You'll suck Francisco." He turned to his brother and growled: "Strip, asshole!"
No hardship assignment there, I told myself, as my buddy stood and started shucking clothes faster than the designated bottom in an X-rated film facing a pool-ful of hunks.
"Francisco sucks you while you suck him," Rafe announced the second tier of his plan to determine if his brother was queer. "I'll watch."
Frank was down to his briefs. He stared at his brother and looked red as shit underneath the olive of his complexion.
"Get naked," Rafe growled at him. "I want to see you slurp on dick. I want to watch you swallow that gooey shit."
"I never-" Frank's fingers were under the elastic of his waistband, he was hard, and he was trying to find some way to keep from dropping his shorts.
"Bullshit! Get out of them now before I pull your balls off."
I didn't for a moment doubt Rafe wouldn't carry out his threat. Frank didn't either. He shoved his briefs down to his knees and stood back up, naked as the day he was born. And hard, his cocksock pulled back behind his helmet and ready for action.
"Get on the bed - both of you. Spoon it. Dive on those pingas." He gazed at Frank with a look I couldn't decipher. "I'm going to be watching you close, Francisco."
I dropped the towel and sat on the bed. Frank looked from my inflating cock back to his brother hopefully. There wasn't any sympathy there and, with a sigh, he laid back on the bed and reached for my pole.
I knelt over his head and grabbed Spanish pinga as I lowered my face toward it.
"Suck those damned things." Rafe's voice was like a whip cracking over our heads.
Frank opened his lips and took my cock in between them.
My face sank down along his shaft toward his pubes. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Rafe watching his brother gobble me right down to my pubes. I blinked. I might as well go out having fun. I hoped I got off before the older Ciencias fils decided to put me down past the count. It'd be a real bitch to die on the verge of shooting a big one.
We sucked each other's wieners. Frank lay on the bed under me. I was on my arms and knees over him. We were where we had been since Friday night. Cock was all that mattered - each other's cocks. Rafe was forgotten. He just didn't exist. For the moment. Frank's and my cocks did.
I was burying my nose in my buddy's balls with each downstroke. They were tight and spreading to the sides of his shaft and hanging there. Frank Ciencias had forgotten his brother too. He was tooling right along on my cock and loving it. He was into what I was doing for his.
I felt fingers spreading my asscheeks, opening up my crack and the cleft that led right into my wrinkled little pucker. I took all of Frank's meat and my lips were nibbling up most of his ballsack. My own bag was even tighter than Frank's. I was nearly there.
An open palm came down hard on my ass and my legs gave under me. I drove everything nature ever gave me into Frank's throat as my legs buckled. I sputtered, pulling off Frank's cock. My butt tingled and threatened to burn. Frank just gagged and, maybe, turned a little blue around the gills because he had a lot of American prime far down his throat.
I pulled off of him as his hands went to my hips and started trying to push me out of his windpipe. Rafe grinned at me. "Okay, so my little brother likes to suck dick," he offered. "Now, I want to see you fuck him, Markie. I want to see if he's all the way queer."
"Rafe!" The voice that came from between my legs was strangled. My cockhead was lying against his earlobe, my ballsack was draped over his nose.
Frank Ciencias was right back in the middle of reality as I was. He wasn't liking it any more than I was.
"You've already proved to be a cocksucker, boy," the older Ciencias brother growled. "You couldn't have taken something like Mark has if this was your first time - not like you were doing."
"You're talking about him dicking me, Rafe!' Frank cried from between my legs. I could feel his breathe on the hairs behind my balls.
"Do you need grease, Francisco?"
"Rafe!"
"Grease? Yes or no."
Frank was silent as I sat back on my haunches above his head and tried to decide when the best time would be to move around to his legs. I sure didn't want to interrupt all that fraternal communication with something as stupid as sticking my cock in the younger brother's ass before the two of them came to an understanding.
"Move it," Rafe told me.
I moved it, hopping off the bed and moving to the foot of it to climb between Frank's legs. The younger Ciencias just stared at his brother as I lifted his legs and moved closer.
"Get up here at the head of the bed, little brother. I want Markie to have plenty of room." Rafe grinned down at Frank. "And me too."
Frank scooted up to the pillows and I followed on my knees. Rafe smiled at me between his brother's legs. "Put it in there, Mark."
"Use a fucking raincoat," Frank groaned from the head of the bed, watching me.
A puzzled look appeared on his brother's face. "Why?" Rafe mumbled with the head of my cock an inch from his brother's ass. "You ain't going to get pregnant."
I was embarrassed. I had completely forgotten about STD's, HIV, and those other nasty things a bit of strategically placed plastic prevented. I had been ready to shove my favorite part of myself into Frank's ass with no protection. I had been that deep into Rafe's controlling us.
"You never know where a dick or ass have been," Frank explained as he reached to the night table, picked up a foil packet, and tossed it to me. He never took his eyes off his brother's. I let his legs encircle me as I caught the packet.
"I guess you ought to know-" Rafe looked from his brother to me slipping plastic along my cockshaft. "Both of you should." He picked up another foil packet as I lifted his brother's legs back onto my chest.
Frank sighed and began to stroke his meat as I slipped inside him. "You even stay hard when you're getting fucked," Rafe observed in surprise as I leaned into his brother, hiking his ass to better accommodate my cock.
Frank circled his ankles behind my head and gave himself up to being fucked. His fist moved lazily along the length of his shaft, his free hand moved to my asscheek to guide my movement in him. He shut his eyes and moaned as I pressed my pubes against his balls. "Yeah," he mumbled.
Rafe's fingers moving to tweak, first, one of his brother's nipples and, then, the other. Frank moaned and speeded up his wanking, his nipples hard little cones. Rafe's fingertips moved down his chest onto his abs and Frank's whole body shivered to his touch.
I plowed the younger Ciencias slowly and gave myself up to that. But not without wondering how big Rafe was. And not without hoping he'd give me some of it.
"You like that dick in your ass, don't you, Francisco?" Rafe stood behind me at the foot of the bed and his hand had taken possession of my ass. He spread my globes. A finger trawled the floor of my asscrack. Fingers from his other hand tightened around my balls and pulled on them.
Frank was rapidly passing the point of coherent thought. He grunted. He moaned. He pounded his meat. He ground his ass against my every downstroke. His head lolled from side to side. He was getting close. But, with Rafe holding onto my balls, I was hesitant to put on a burst of speed to help him get off. I kept my movements in him slow.
Rafe's finger in my asscrack found my cleft and the wrinkled pucker at the bottom of it. It punched its way into my chute. I moaned and ground my ass on it.
"Jesus," Frank cried and erupted. His first rope of jizz splattered his chest. His next one hit me in the face.
"You blew a load with his dick in you," Rafe mumbled in awe over my shoulder, his finger still buried in my guts.
Frank nodded.
"Fuck his brains out, Markie," Rafe commanded and sent a second finger into my chute. "Give my little brother your best shot."
I glanced over my shoulder at him and wasn't surprised to see him stripped down to his briefs. I wasn't surprised at the monster tenting the front of those briefs, either.
He grinned at me. "He may be queer, but Francisco's my brother. If he likes this shit, I want him to have all of it he can get."
I nodded my understanding.
"I'm going to fuck you while you fuck him. You want that?"
I looked at his basket again and smiled. He pulled the front of his underwear down and I stared in amazement at his power tool, holding my hips in mid-stroke. And nodded. All of my boyhood fantasies were about to come true.
"How're we going to do this, compadrés?" Rafe asked as he climbed onto the bed behind me. The mattress bounced and swayed with his movement across it and my nap spread Frank's globes as I fell into him.
"Lift my butt up higher, Mark," my buddy told me. "Then, lean all close into me - that'll hike your ass up for Rafe." I wondered how Frank knew about three-way fucking. I must have missed out on a lot during high school. But I knew not to ask him about it now.
There were two etiquettes working against my curiosity: I was fucking him and his big brother was about to ram his porker into my ass. Maybe I couldn't ask him about it now; but I figured Frank had some explaining to do the next time it was just him and me - and we both had our clothes still on.
My cockhead was pretty wide. Henry and Jimmy had me nearly evenly matched. José was larger than me - but not by much. What was beginning to press against my asslips and filling up my cleft was guaranteed to have a boy singing soprano.
Frank's knees were pressed in between his arms and ribs. My cheek was against his ear. My cock was as deep into his ass as it could get. My ass was hiked up and Rafe was behind me and threatening to close the distance between my cheeks and his pubes.
Tears welled in my eyes as Rafe's monster trampled the raised wrinkles of my pucker and had them scooting to either side for relief. My cock threatened to lose its interest in being in Frank's ass. I bit into an olive-complexioned shoulder and saw stars.
Frank ground his butt against me and tightened his chute. Rafe's cockhead battered my assring and it stopped resisting. My meat would have gone limp, but Frank's spasming chute gave my cock its second wind.
My canal stretched to the limit of its elasticity as Rafe's cock punched its way home. I groaned in relief when I felt pubic hair pressing against my buttcheeks.
Rafe pulled out of my ass and sat on his haunches behind me. I laid sprawled over Frank, our abs glued together with his jizz. There was no feeling in my ass; there was little feeling anywhere.
"I liked that, Markie," the older Ciencias chirped pleasantly as he pulled the filled rubber off his pound of flesh. He pushed himself to the side of the bed and stood up.
I turned to face Rafe Ciencias, my cheek resting on his younger brother's chest. I didn't dislike how he had felt in me but figured his cock would take some getting used to before I could say I liked it and be truthful. God! But he was big.
"I'm going to leave you two to clean up." He smiled at us as he pulled briefs over his monument to young Spain. I felt Frank's chin turn across the top of my head and knew he was facing his brother too.
"Francisco, you will spending your nights at home this summer?"
Frank's heart went flip-flop under my cheek. I was willing to bet my buddy knew the American slang for his brother's cock. Horsecock. Whale dick was probably more like it.
I was glad I was getting a reprieve. I was even happier Frank Ciencias was going to spend the rest of the summer getting used to that horsedick being in his ass.
I could be as much a size queen as anybody else. But there was a difference between big and huge. I'd take big any day. I figured Frank was going to get huge. I didn't begrudge him what he was going to get - not at all. José was more than enough for me.
Rafe dressed quickly. "I'll see you tonight, Francisco?"
Frank nodded against the top of my head and Rafe was gone. I still hadn't moved off of Frank and didn't know if I could. But my ass was beginning to tingle. I was getting some circulation down there finally.
"How was he?" he asked.
I forced myself onto my elbows so I could look down on him. "I think I got split open from my balls to my tail bone," I told him truthfully.
"That's what I figured." Frank groaned. "You and the Hitlerjugend are all I've ever had - and Rafe's dickhead has got to be twice as big as yours."
"He's bigger than either one of the twins," I agreed.
"Jesus!" He stared at me, his eyes holding mine. "You know he expects to be fucking me every night now, don't you?"
"Enjoy." I forced myself onto my haunches. "Better you than me."
"How do I get out of this?"
I smiled. "You don't. But you'll adjust, Frank. You'll be loving it inside of a week."
"I'll be singing soprano inside a week," he groaned. "That is, if I still have nerves left in my asshole after he's through with it."
I made sure I didn't nod my agreement to his assessment.
"Who would have thought your brother would want queer ass?" I mumbled as I slid across the bed.
"Why shouldn't he? An ass is always tighter and better than a pussy. Rafe's just finding out about this shit a little late."
I decided I didn't really need to know what he told Rafe about me that got us all three naked on my bed and getting it on together. I was going to live. Rafe hadn't kill me, and he seemed to have accepted his little brother was queer. I just wished I could get could my assmuscle to clinch shut. Just once. It felt like it was wide enough to take a fucking train as I pulled on my underwear.
"Where did you learn about three-way fucking?" I asked, remembering it was Frank who had given us directions.
"I got into it a couple of times with Luke and one of his friends. Luke fucked the boy while I fucked him."
I nodded and accepted the boy still lying on my bed had been around a whole hell of a lot more than I had. I wasn't surprised that knowledge didn't bother me anymore.
"How am I going to get out of this, Mark?" In just his briefs, Frank was following me around, whining about his fate.
I was dressed and, now I had some time to consider it, I knew Rafe gave one damned good fuck. I could definitely get used to what he had between his legs and I suspected I wouldn't be singing soprano when I did, either.
Only, Rafe Ciencias was going to take care of his brother before he did anything. I figured he saw dicking Frank as giving the boy what he wanted - as well as satisfying his own needs. I'd sure be thinking that way if I were Rafe.
Frank, however, hadn't had the pleasure of intimately knowing his brother's finest feature. Yet. I suspected he'd be singing an entirely different song tomorrow. Now, though, I was having to listen to him work himself into being scared.
"You don't, Frank. You're going to go with the flow or Rafe's going to be one ever more pissed brother."
He blanched. "He'll kill me if I'm not right there - ready, willing, and able."
I grinned. "I don't know about killing you; but you'd probably be black and blue in some pretty strange places." I was rubbing his predicament in his face and knew it.
"Or I get my ass split wide open like you did. Shit!"
"You can take it. I did."
"Jesus!" His eyes grew large. "His old girlfriend got married while he was in Spain. It's just going to be my ass for him."
"You'll be loving it by tomorrow. Go home, get him alone, and get your first dose over with. That way, you won't be scared of the unknown when you climb into bed with him tonight."
"You're a fucking lot of help!"
"Get dressed. I hear Rafe calling you."
If looks could kill, I would be dead from the way he stared at me then. Finally, he lifted his chest, huffed it out, pivoted, and started back to my bedroom and his clothes. Slowly. Like a man being escorted to the little room where Virginia kept its electric chair.
I grinned as I watched his cheeks flex under the thin cotton of his underwear. I didn't feel sorry for Frank Ciencias at all. I was pretty sure I felt a mild case of jealousy toward him. The twins were nice, but Rafe was - well - he was Rafe Ciencias. With el pinga grande.