The Sublime Cock
16C:  I AM JACK’ S DICK…TWISTING IN THE WIND

"As hot as I think it would be to watch stud twins fuck,  I wouldn’t be watching ," John said as he winked at me, "I’d be sucking your sweet fat cock while Jack pummeled your ass."

••••••••••••

"My, my, but you have been giving this some thought," I said. "Only a little," John replied, "but enough to know that even if there were a strange mess of a three-way in our future,   I want you and I to—" 

"No shit, John, we take care of each other first, and we do have some unfinished business…I didn’t mean to talk so much about something that’s not going to happen. As for what WILL happen - I asked you earlier if you thought we ought to just fuck right now…" I pointedly looked at my watch so as to convey how ridiculous "right now" really was,  then continued,  "…and you said, ‘No, but before we leave school.’ Here’s what I’m thinking…and it really is late, so I’d rather talk about the details tomorrow - but No. 1, I do really want you to come to Mississippi. Say, next weekend? Stay a few days…and nights." I gave his leg a squeeze just above his knee, then moved my hand up his thigh. "As Jack said, it really is the perfect setup."

My phone dinged a fourth time. John said, “Maybe you ought to at see who’s trying to get your attention. It’s ok.”  “Thanks, I appreciate that, but there is NO ONE I’d rather talk to than you right now, no one I need to talk to right now more than you. This is important….No. 2, if you’re game, I’d definitely like to play Jack’s trust game, or test or whatever he called it, with a couple minor revisions, before we get out of StL..” 

"Fuck yeah, I’m game." John said. 

"Good. And I want us to play the trust game for both of us to really ‘win’ it. I want us to have that ‘sick fucking mojo’ Jack was talking about so…so we have that ‘sick fucking mojo.’" Then, before John could offer to start playing knob-in-the-hole right away - though it really was late and I doubted he had misunderstood that glance at my watch - I said, "but John, I really just don’t think I can ‘play’ until after my Monday exam and my seminar paper’s turned in that afternoon…It blows, but right now school has to be my priority or my ass is going to be in a sling…and not from fucking. Monday night, though, I seem to have a window of opportunity…I’m mostly ready for my Tuesday exam, so…you understand?" 

"Joe, I hope I’m not being  presumptuous," he said chuckling, "but I think you just said - or what I just heard you say anyway - is that you are slammed tomorrow and during the day Monday but on Monday night you want to have an incredibly intimate night - during which I will show you how incredibly trustworthy I am. And that you’d like to wait until next weekend for us to be even more intimate with—" 

"John, am I really that transparent, oh shit, do you mind too mu—" 

"Joe if you hadn’t interrupted me you would know exactly how MUCH I mind…" [I held my breath]. "…having to wait until next weekend instead of…January. Yeah, as a matter of fact, I fucking insist on waiting until next weekend." We both laughed at that. So far my non-plan was working as well as any  real plan ever had. 

"So far," I said, "you’ve heard exactly what I was saying." 

"Then to finish summarizing what I heard you say," John continued, "the last thing I heard was that if I’m a good boy and if I bring tons of rubbers with me, we can lay up naked in that perfect setup of an apartment of yours and fuck our brains out for three or four days." 

"Damn, you really ARE a good listener!" I said, "But don’t forget the nights. And there are only  two small problems…well, one big but solvable problem and one small caveat." 

"Shoot," John said. 

"Big but very solvable problem - Jack. He probably really does want to fuck you—"

"What? Seriously?What makes you think that?" John asked in surprise.

"Call it intuition…But he’ll behave, I’m sure of that and he can stay in the house. See? Problem solved. 

"Now the small caveat - I said come over next weekend, but should’ve said come over on Saturday. I’ve got this deal on Friday night that it’s not really…um…proper etiquette for me to bring a friend to [[getting fucked in the ass by (or blowing) my brother]]." 

"No worries there," John said, "I’ve got to go visit my grandparents before I come over…they’re going away for Christmas. I was planning on going to Tyler for the weekend - it’s on the way to your place - so I was going to ask you - if you invited me over - if I could come over on Sunday afternoon? Maybe stay til Wednesday?"  

Just as I leaned over to give John a big kiss, my phone dinged a fifth time. “Perfect,” I said, giving John’s crotch a little squeeze, “this whole thing really is a ‘perfect setup’. Sunday is great [[because that gives me one more day to maneuver Jack’s cock into my ass/mouth, though I didn’t think I’d need it. I was pretty sure that IF either was going to happen it would happen by Friday night or not at all]] and you can stay for as long as you want, the longer the better.”

"Awesome.  I thought you’d never ask. I accept. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a piss and get a couple more beers," John said, getting up, "while you check your phone - please. Just make sure there’s not an emergency, OK? It’ll make me feel better if you’ll just take a look." 

"I’d rather come with you and hold your cock," I said, but I reached for my phone. "Oh, you’ll be holding it soon enough," John replied. 

"Well, speak of the devil…the solvable problem," I said to John’s back as he left the room."  "Jack?" he asked. "Uh huh." I quickly scanned the messages. Just as I had thought - he was through edging and now wanted me to confirm how fucking brilliant he had been. Though he hadn’t said it quite like that, Jack was dying to know how I had liked having a big hard cock up my butt. ‘Good,’ I thought, ‘I’ll tell him just as soon he finishes fucking me in the ass.’ 

"The texts…anything serious?" John asked as he walked back into the room and handed me a beer. "Zero," I said, giving him my phone, "see for yourself."

•••••••

Jack:  hey bro u busy?

Jack:   Joe u still up?

Jack:  Guess u had a big night w/ tex…hope so…wink…buzz me when u see this, got sum delish Scott newz & inkling of a plan to fuck that cum bucket up good

Jack:  but i need ur superior brain at work on sum of the details…its the perfect setup

Jack:  just call or text as soon as u can

••••••••

"You gonna answer him?" John asked, "he sounds kinda anxious."  

"Oh, sure," I said, "in a couple of days." "Huh? I don’t get it," John said, "are you pissed off at him for something? Oh, you ARE pissed…because he stuck his nose—" 

"It’s not that at all," I said and I meant it. "I swear. He stuck is nose in for the good and it worked…

[[Had it ever! I fucking loved the irony that it was Jack’s knob-in-the-hole ploy (along with exams) that would eat up the calendar and get me out of StL without having gotten fucked in the ass. Unless John slipped on Monday night and fucked me by accident, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. I had beaten my wily fucking twin at his own  game …and I wasn’t even playing!]]

"But whatever Jack has to say about Scott will keep. My guess—"

My phone dinged again  “Jesus,” I said, “that must be the big but solvable problem - again.” John nodded toward my phone, suggesting I go ahead and take a look. “In a minute,” I said, “but the guess I was about to make just turned into an iron-clad prediction…As I was saying, my…uh…sixth sense tells me that what Jack really wants to know…can’t fucking stand not knowing…is whether his friendly advice was enough to push you over the edge and get me fucked…tonight. And since he has no concept that college libraries are even open on Saturday nights, let alone that I might’ve been in one after dark, he assumes you should’ve been done breaking me in hours ago…”

"You’re shitting me…well, c’mon, let’s see if you’re as good as you say he thinks he is…the envelope, please?" John said. 

"No, you read ‘em first…tell me how wrong I am…" I realized as soon as I said it, even as I was handing my phone to John, that I had just made a huge mistake. Even for a ‘surrendered’ non-player, it was an unforgivable fucking bone-headed fuck up. 

Sure, I knew I was dead right about what was going on in Jack’s devious but fact-deprived mind, but who knew how he might express his frustration at my having delayed the confirmation of his genius? 

The t/m John was about to read, which no doubt would confirm my own prescient predictive abilities, could just as easily say, 

'Haha I got u fucked in the ass by Tex  b4 u cd stab him in the back & make me fuck u in ur smug ass this thurs nite! nice try loser!!!'

 As 

'hope u enjoyed that big texas dick I remote-control'd str8 n2 ur inocent unsuspecting a•hole. but sorry I re pd ur unflinchng loyalty w/ my depraved scheming.'

It took every ounce of self-control I could summon not to scream ‘Nooo!’ at John and snatch my phone back as he clicked on my messages. My tell-tale heart was about to beat right of my chest. 

You know that sick, desperate please-God-suck-me-through-the-floor-staight-to-hell-feeling you had that time you opened your photos without thinking and handed your phone to your Mom to show her and her three closest friends the pictures of your adorable new puppy! only to suddenly - but too late! - remember that you had forgotten to delete the up-close in-your-face pix of seven of your frat bros pulling a train on your ass? Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. That’s exactly how I felt. 

[[Oh Mother of God another fucking DING]] as John read my new message(s). And kept reading, re-reading, them. I choked down the bile surging up my throat, and croaked out as convincing and nonchalant a “Well?” as I could muster, forcing a plastic smile [[A third ball-busting DING…for fuck’s sake, just stop it already!]]

"Motherfucker…" John exclaimed, looking at the newest message as he handed that damning, cocksucking, guilt-dripping phone back to me, while I weighed the viability of denying that I had ever SEEN that fucking phone before in my life…but I deserved to wallow in my shame, I knew, so I took the phone back and started to read the expected flaming indictment of my perfidy from my impatient dickhead of a brother:

••••••••

Jack:  shit bro I owe u an apology if tex is still hammering ur ass w/ that big-shouldered cobra cock of his

Jack:  but ur gonna thank me for jump starting him when ur able to walk again

Jack:  Joe??  c’mon man u kno I’ve always got ur back 

••••••••

"Told ya!" I said, beaming like I had just won the Powerball, which was exactly how I felt. But I did make a mental note that even non-combatants couldn’t  let their guard down when they were in a war zone .

"Are you pissed now?" John asked, shaking his head in wonder. "He is one ballsy guy…but you know, it is kinda cute…I mean…I hope you  don’t take this the wrong way, but…" John was laughing by then,  "…but I’m thinking  I ought to hug him when I see him next week…" and he laughed some more.

"Group hug," I said without missing a beat, "big group hug…you see why I love that turd like I do? Misguided, maybe, but always trying to lend a bro a hand—"

"A gentleman always reaches around," John interjected one of his pet phrases. 

“You said yourself how sweet Jack’s concern for me was when you first told me about your chat…but I don’t know that he’s ever been confused with a gentleman,” I said.  I was so giddy at my crushing ‘victory’ that I had to be very careful or I might’ve  insisted that John fuck me in the ass on the spot - and thus lose the game I was not playing.  It really was touch and go for a couple of minutes, but I caged my desire, knowing good things come to those who wait.

When I could breathe relatively evenly again, I said,  “Not a big deal, Joe, but I still think it might be better to just, you know, leave him in the dark for a little while about—

"About whether he jump started Tex into fucking you bow-legged?" He laughed and said, "whatever…he’s your bro…a little dose of uncertainty might not be the worst thing for the guy." 

"Don’t worry, I won’t let him hang out there twisting too long," and then considering what Jack would do as I did just that, letting him twist slowly in the wind until the following night, maybe even Monday, I added "but if you hear from him tomorrow…and I think you will…he won’t be able to stand the suspense…maybe just don’t engage with him, OK? I haven’t quite decided what my story will be, so I don’t want us getting cross-wise."

"10/4, I’m happy to leave the care and feeding of your bro to you," John said, "so long as you promise not to screw up my one big chance at a three-way…"

"Dude, just don’t step on your own dick when you meet Jack next week and he’ll be eating out of your hands…just like I am. On second thought," I added, "if  you can manage to step on it…well, he’d be pretty impressed."

I kind of laughed…and couldn’t help but wonder if there was more of a chance that Jack was serious about a three-way than I had initially believed. And for a split second I wondered whether it would be harder for me to see John or Jack with another guy…’Fuck that,’ I thought, ‘I don’t need to go there.’

I yawned and finished the last of my beer. “I’ve gotta hit the rack,” I said, standing and stretching. “I’m beat and have to get an early start in the morning. You coming to bed? I think you mentioned something about me holding your cock soon enough…”

"Hold that thought," John said, "I’m right behind you." "That’s what worries me," I teased.

•••••••

16C: I AM JACK’ S DICK…TWISTING IN THE WIND

"As hot as I think it would be to watch stud twins fuck, I wouldn’t be watching ," John said as he winked at me, "I’d be sucking your sweet fat cock while Jack pummeled your ass."

••••••••••••

"My, my, but you have been giving this some thought," I said. "Only a little," John replied, "but enough to know that even if there were a strange mess of a three-way in our future, I want you and I to—"

"No shit, John, we take care of each other first, and we do have some unfinished business…I didn’t mean to talk so much about something that’s not going to happen. As for what WILL happen - I asked you earlier if you thought we ought to just fuck right now…" I pointedly looked at my watch so as to convey how ridiculous "right now" really was, then continued, "…and you said, ‘No, but before we leave school.’ Here’s what I’m thinking…and it really is late, so I’d rather talk about the details tomorrow - but No. 1, I do really want you to come to Mississippi. Say, next weekend? Stay a few days…and nights." I gave his leg a squeeze just above his knee, then moved my hand up his thigh. "As Jack said, it really is the perfect setup."

My phone dinged a fourth time. John said, “Maybe you ought to at see who’s trying to get your attention. It’s ok.” “Thanks, I appreciate that, but there is NO ONE I’d rather talk to than you right now, no one I need to talk to right now more than you. This is important….No. 2, if you’re game, I’d definitely like to play Jack’s trust game, or test or whatever he called it, with a couple minor revisions, before we get out of StL..”

"Fuck yeah, I’m game." John said.

"Good. And I want us to play the trust game for both of us to really ‘win’ it. I want us to have that ‘sick fucking mojo’ Jack was talking about so…so we have that ‘sick fucking mojo.’" Then, before John could offer to start playing knob-in-the-hole right away - though it really was late and I doubted he had misunderstood that glance at my watch - I said, "but John, I really just don’t think I can ‘play’ until after my Monday exam and my seminar paper’s turned in that afternoon…It blows, but right now school has to be my priority or my ass is going to be in a sling…and not from fucking. Monday night, though, I seem to have a window of opportunity…I’m mostly ready for my Tuesday exam, so…you understand?"

"Joe, I hope I’m not being presumptuous," he said chuckling, "but I think you just said - or what I just heard you say anyway - is that you are slammed tomorrow and during the day Monday but on Monday night you want to have an incredibly intimate night - during which I will show you how incredibly trustworthy I am. And that you’d like to wait until next weekend for us to be even more intimate with—"

"John, am I really that transparent, oh shit, do you mind too mu—"

"Joe if you hadn’t interrupted me you would know exactly how MUCH I mind…" [I held my breath]. "…having to wait until next weekend instead of…January. Yeah, as a matter of fact, I fucking insist on waiting until next weekend." We both laughed at that. So far my non-plan was working as well as any real plan ever had.

"So far," I said, "you’ve heard exactly what I was saying."

"Then to finish summarizing what I heard you say," John continued, "the last thing I heard was that if I’m a good boy and if I bring tons of rubbers with me, we can lay up naked in that perfect setup of an apartment of yours and fuck our brains out for three or four days."

"Damn, you really ARE a good listener!" I said, "But don’t forget the nights. And there are only two small problems…well, one big but solvable problem and one small caveat."

"Shoot," John said.

"Big but very solvable problem - Jack. He probably really does want to fuck you—"

"What? Seriously?What makes you think that?" John asked in surprise.

"Call it intuition…But he’ll behave, I’m sure of that and he can stay in the house. See? Problem solved.

"Now the small caveat - I said come over next weekend, but should’ve said come over on Saturday. I’ve got this deal on Friday night that it’s not really…um…proper etiquette for me to bring a friend to [[getting fucked in the ass by (or blowing) my brother]]."

"No worries there," John said, "I’ve got to go visit my grandparents before I come over…they’re going away for Christmas. I was planning on going to Tyler for the weekend - it’s on the way to your place - so I was going to ask you - if you invited me over - if I could come over on Sunday afternoon? Maybe stay til Wednesday?"

Just as I leaned over to give John a big kiss, my phone dinged a fifth time. “Perfect,” I said, giving John’s crotch a little squeeze, “this whole thing really is a ‘perfect setup’. Sunday is great [[because that gives me one more day to maneuver Jack’s cock into my ass/mouth, though I didn’t think I’d need it. I was pretty sure that IF either was going to happen it would happen by Friday night or not at all]] and you can stay for as long as you want, the longer the better.”

"Awesome. I thought you’d never ask. I accept. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a piss and get a couple more beers," John said, getting up, "while you check your phone - please. Just make sure there’s not an emergency, OK? It’ll make me feel better if you’ll just take a look."

"I’d rather come with you and hold your cock," I said, but I reached for my phone. "Oh, you’ll be holding it soon enough," John replied.

"Well, speak of the devil…the solvable problem," I said to John’s back as he left the room." "Jack?" he asked. "Uh huh." I quickly scanned the messages. Just as I had thought - he was through edging and now wanted me to confirm how fucking brilliant he had been. Though he hadn’t said it quite like that, Jack was dying to know how I had liked having a big hard cock up my butt. ‘Good,’ I thought, ‘I’ll tell him just as soon he finishes fucking me in the ass.’

"The texts…anything serious?" John asked as he walked back into the room and handed me a beer. "Zero," I said, giving him my phone, "see for yourself."

•••••••

Jack: hey bro u busy?

Jack: Joe u still up?

Jack: Guess u had a big night w/ tex…hope so…wink…buzz me when u see this, got sum delish Scott newz & inkling of a plan to fuck that cum bucket up good

Jack: but i need ur superior brain at work on sum of the details…its the perfect setup

Jack: just call or text as soon as u can

••••••••

"You gonna answer him?" John asked, "he sounds kinda anxious."

"Oh, sure," I said, "in a couple of days." "Huh? I don’t get it," John said, "are you pissed off at him for something? Oh, you ARE pissed…because he stuck his nose—"

"It’s not that at all," I said and I meant it. "I swear. He stuck is nose in for the good and it worked…

[[Had it ever! I fucking loved the irony that it was Jack’s knob-in-the-hole ploy (along with exams) that would eat up the calendar and get me out of StL without having gotten fucked in the ass. Unless John slipped on Monday night and fucked me by accident, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. I had beaten my wily fucking twin at his own game …and I wasn’t even playing!]]

"But whatever Jack has to say about Scott will keep. My guess—"

My phone dinged again “Jesus,” I said, “that must be the big but solvable problem - again.” John nodded toward my phone, suggesting I go ahead and take a look. “In a minute,” I said, “but the guess I was about to make just turned into an iron-clad prediction…As I was saying, my…uh…sixth sense tells me that what Jack really wants to know…can’t fucking stand not knowing…is whether his friendly advice was enough to push you over the edge and get me fucked…tonight. And since he has no concept that college libraries are even open on Saturday nights, let alone that I might’ve been in one after dark, he assumes you should’ve been done breaking me in hours ago…”

"You’re shitting me…well, c’mon, let’s see if you’re as good as you say he thinks he is…the envelope, please?" John said.

"No, you read ‘em first…tell me how wrong I am…" I realized as soon as I said it, even as I was handing my phone to John, that I had just made a huge mistake. Even for a ‘surrendered’ non-player, it was an unforgivable fucking bone-headed fuck up.

Sure, I knew I was dead right about what was going on in Jack’s devious but fact-deprived mind, but who knew how he might express his frustration at my having delayed the confirmation of his genius?

The t/m John was about to read, which no doubt would confirm my own prescient predictive abilities, could just as easily say,

'Haha I got u fucked in the ass by Tex b4 u cd stab him in the back & make me fuck u in ur smug ass this thurs nite! nice try loser!!!'

As

'hope u enjoyed that big texas dick I remote-control'd str8 n2 ur inocent unsuspecting a•hole. but sorry I re pd ur unflinchng loyalty w/ my depraved scheming.'

It took every ounce of self-control I could summon not to scream ‘Nooo!’ at John and snatch my phone back as he clicked on my messages. My tell-tale heart was about to beat right of my chest.

You know that sick, desperate please-God-suck-me-through-the-floor-staight-to-hell-feeling you had that time you opened your photos without thinking and handed your phone to your Mom to show her and her three closest friends the pictures of your adorable new puppy! only to suddenly - but too late! - remember that you had forgotten to delete the up-close in-your-face pix of seven of your frat bros pulling a train on your ass? Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. That’s exactly how I felt.

[[Oh Mother of God another fucking DING]] as John read my new message(s). And kept reading, re-reading, them. I choked down the bile surging up my throat, and croaked out as convincing and nonchalant a “Well?” as I could muster, forcing a plastic smile [[A third ball-busting DING…for fuck’s sake, just stop it already!]]

"Motherfucker…" John exclaimed, looking at the newest message as he handed that damning, cocksucking, guilt-dripping phone back to me, while I weighed the viability of denying that I had ever SEEN that fucking phone before in my life…but I deserved to wallow in my shame, I knew, so I took the phone back and started to read the expected flaming indictment of my perfidy from my impatient dickhead of a brother:

••••••••

Jack: shit bro I owe u an apology if tex is still hammering ur ass w/ that big-shouldered cobra cock of his

Jack: but ur gonna thank me for jump starting him when ur able to walk again

Jack: Joe?? c’mon man u kno I’ve always got ur back

••••••••

"Told ya!" I said, beaming like I had just won the Powerball, which was exactly how I felt. But I did make a mental note that even non-combatants couldn’t let their guard down when they were in a war zone .

"Are you pissed now?" John asked, shaking his head in wonder. "He is one ballsy guy…but you know, it is kinda cute…I mean…I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but…" John was laughing by then, "…but I’m thinking I ought to hug him when I see him next week…" and he laughed some more.

"Group hug," I said without missing a beat, "big group hug…you see why I love that turd like I do? Misguided, maybe, but always trying to lend a bro a hand—"

"A gentleman always reaches around," John interjected one of his pet phrases.

“You said yourself how sweet Jack’s concern for me was when you first told me about your chat…but I don’t know that he’s ever been confused with a gentleman,” I said. I was so giddy at my crushing ‘victory’ that I had to be very careful or I might’ve insisted that John fuck me in the ass on the spot - and thus lose the game I was not playing. It really was touch and go for a couple of minutes, but I caged my desire, knowing good things come to those who wait.

When I could breathe relatively evenly again, I said, “Not a big deal, Joe, but I still think it might be better to just, you know, leave him in the dark for a little while about—

"About whether he jump started Tex into fucking you bow-legged?" He laughed and said, "whatever…he’s your bro…a little dose of uncertainty might not be the worst thing for the guy."

"Don’t worry, I won’t let him hang out there twisting too long," and then considering what Jack would do as I did just that, letting him twist slowly in the wind until the following night, maybe even Monday, I added "but if you hear from him tomorrow…and I think you will…he won’t be able to stand the suspense…maybe just don’t engage with him, OK? I haven’t quite decided what my story will be, so I don’t want us getting cross-wise."

"10/4, I’m happy to leave the care and feeding of your bro to you," John said, "so long as you promise not to screw up my one big chance at a three-way…"

"Dude, just don’t step on your own dick when you meet Jack next week and he’ll be eating out of your hands…just like I am. On second thought," I added, "if you can manage to step on it…well, he’d be pretty impressed."

I kind of laughed…and couldn’t help but wonder if there was more of a chance that Jack was serious about a three-way than I had initially believed. And for a split second I wondered whether it would be harder for me to see John or Jack with another guy…’Fuck that,’ I thought, ‘I don’t need to go there.’

I yawned and finished the last of my beer. “I’ve gotta hit the rack,” I said, standing and stretching. “I’m beat and have to get an early start in the morning. You coming to bed? I think you mentioned something about me holding your cock soon enough…”

"Hold that thought," John said, "I’m right behind you." "That’s what worries me," I teased.

•••••••

Comparing the twins.

Comparing the twins.

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16B:  I AM JACK’ S DICK…JUST FOLLOWING THE RULES

"Anything else jump out at you from your chat with Jack?" I asked John as I got a couple of more beers out of the fridge.

•••••••

"Well…I was wondering about Jack’s question at the end…" John replied, "you know…about whether I was ‘up for a three-way’… I think that’s how he put it…um…Do you think he was serious?" I really did laugh out loud then.

"Sorry," I said, "Are YOU interested?" I was actually a little surprised by that. Possibilities abounded when one kept his options open, although that particular option didn’t seem very viable at the time.

"Ha. No, not like you think…but…in the abstract…I’d be interested, yes…but with you and your brother?—"  

I quickly cut John off before he could box himself into something I might later regret…just in case. “Look, John, let me just say first that if you ARE interested, if your heart’s secret desire is to be up in the middle of a three-way, or not just any three-way but one with Jack and me…I mean who wouldn’t want to be in bed with two of ME, for God’s sake?…Then your saying that wouldn’t hurt my feelings at all. Fuck, if you told me that you sought me out, seduced me,  just because I’m a twin…I’d get that…it’d make me even more thankful that I have the brother I have.  I’d have to really think about how I’d feel about seeing you with another guy…but it wouldn’t be out of the question. So you were about to say…?”

"I was about to say," John said, "before I was so rudely interrupted, that I AM interested, that my heart’s secret desire is to be up in the middle of not just any three-way but one with you and Jack …I mean who wouldn’t want to be in bed with two of YOU… In fact, Joe, now that you are onto me, I confess that I sought you out and seduced you specifically because I knew you had a hot-as-fuck identical twin…I could tell by looking into your eyes…" We both had a good laugh at that. 

"Seriously, though," I said, "that’s a ‘yes?’  You’d be interested?"  

"Don’t forget that I’ve heard more than a few of your stories about you and Jack," John said, "all hot as hell, by the way, so, yeah, the idea has its…possibilities…I guess like you, I’d be open to the idea…maybe," John said.

"Well, the truth is I don’t know if Jack was being serious or not.  My guess is he was just fucking with you…" I said, remembering then that a week or so before Jack had texted the same question to me and I had ignored it. Maybe he was fucking with me. "But if he WAS serious, it seems to me that a threesome with we three guys could only be a very strange, unsatisfactory, mess. I think it would be, anyway. I mean, I can’t even wrap my brain around who would do what to whom." "What do mean?" John asked.

"Well, I’ve told you a good bit about him and me, um, growing up, but maybe not everything…see, when it comes to him being with guys, Jack has a really particular set of ‘rules’ about what he will and won’t do, what the other guys can or can’t do," I explained. "For instance?" John asked. 

"For instance…I know I told you that by the time we were, oh, 15 or 16, I was dead set on sucking Jack’s cock. At first, that just seemed to me to be the next new thing to do, a natural progression, right?  But sucking Jack’s dick, which, by the way, is just like mine, except bigger and better, became my main desire…then…my fixation… obsession, not literally, Mr. Psych Major, you know, but blowing Jack was a big fucking deal to me.  But he drew a bright fucking line there. He was fine with jacking off, edging together, fingering each other, no problem with jacking me off and vice-versa. But blow jobs were out of the question, still are as far as I know. 

"Jack will also happily fuck another guy in the ass but will not take one up his own ass. You two guys seem to be the same on that last point, so you and Jack won’t be fucking each other, that’s for sure. And I don’t think Jack would fuck me, even assuming I would let him, because we’re brothers or whatever. Neither you nor I could blow him or expect to be blown by him…add all that up and there’s not that much for three guys to do. "

"Basically your saying Jack’s rule was anything between you two was cool…except no cocks in any bodily orifice?" John asked.

"Funny…I never thought about it like that, maybe because I never wanted to fuck him, and Jack never said it like that, either…but you’re right.  With one small exception - small as in short-lived, it didn’t last long at all - but not long after we turned 17, Jack was all for us fucking and he tried pretty hard, only briefly though, to get me to agree. Actually what he first suggested was that I fuck him…"

"Really? I’m kind of surprised to hear that, I guess," John said, "considering you just said there’s no way Jack takes one up the ass. Plus he made that very clear to me today, too."

"Indeed he did," I said, smiling. "Consider that to be Jack’s default position - on top. This brief exception was just a time when something else was possible - in theory - but it’s part of a lot longer story - I don’t mind telling you the whole thing, but not tonight," I said. "The bottom line is Jack came up with some hare-brained ideas as…substitutes, good a word as any…for me blowing him, which under the rules, would’ve required him to blow me, and nothing was more off limits than that."

"So you could have fucked him but couldn’t suck him, and if you did fuck him, which wasn’t your deal anyway, the rules meant—" John said.

"Precisely. Reciprocity." I interjected. "Anyway, all that blew over pretty quickly - Jack started fucking other guys, I kept on blowing other guys…and Jack decided after the first time he fucked a guy that nobody was ever going to fuck HIM in the ass, so—

"What happened to reciprocity?" John asked.

My phone let both of us know that a text message had just arrived. Two texts. Three texts. I ignored all of them, didn’t even check to see who they were from. I knew who they were from.

"Another rule change," I said. "After that, reciprocity only applied to guys Jack ‘cared about.’  Which makes for a decent segue back to what we were really talking about…this hypothetical three-way with Jack. As I was saying, or was about to say…even if Jack was being serious about a three-way, then either he hasn’t thought it through or he has seriously changed his rules - who knows, maybe he has."

"Sounds like to me Jack changes the rules whenever it suits him," John said. 

"Maybe, some rules, anyway. Some rules have never changed…But under the rules I know—"

"Can I interrupt to ask when the last time you and Jack ever talked about - I mean expressly, not assumptions, old habits, whatever - a new rule change, or what exactly the existing rules were?" John asked.

"You just did," I laughed, "but the circumstances are also part of that much bigger story for another time. But just when? It would’ve been later that same year…when he ‘made’ me fuck this girl, Lacy…so we were 17, almost 18…that’s the last time I ever offered, begged, whatever, to suck his dick…"  

[[You may think I tossed out that bit about being ‘forced’ to fuck Lacy gratuitously, as a teaser, perhaps, but that would not be accurate. I did it to amend the question I was answering ’ when was the last time you and Jack talked about his no-blow rule?’ If hadn’t done that I would’ve had to either lie to John or tell him, ‘why, just this morning, when  Jack explained to me why he couldn’t honor my request to fuck me in the ass this coming week…’ ]]

"Made you fuck Lacy? For another day, I assume?" John asked. I nodded. "So not long before you turned 18 then? That’s nearly four years ago, Joe."

"I take your point," I said, "but all I can say is that under the rules I KNOW, I just can’t see that a three-way among us would be much more than Jack watching you fuck me, and one of us giving him a hand job…" I paused to think a few seconds to consider carefully before I plowed  ahead, "or, let’s say that I’m wrong and that Jack would fuck me - I really don’t know if he would or wouldn’t now - he damn sure wouldn’t let either of us fuck him. You can bet that rule hasn’t changed. But let’s say Jack will, would,  fuck me and I’d let him…would you really be cool with watching Jack fuck me in the ass?"  

"As hot as I think that would be, I wouldn’t be watching," John said as he winked at me, "I’d be sucking your sweet fat cock while he pummeled your ass."

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16B: I AM JACK’ S DICK…JUST FOLLOWING THE RULES

"Anything else jump out at you from your chat with Jack?" I asked John as I got a couple of more beers out of the fridge. •••••••

"Well…I was wondering about Jack’s question at the end…" John replied, "you know…about whether I was ‘up for a three-way’… I think that’s how he put it…um…Do you think he was serious?" I really did laugh out loud then.

"Sorry," I said, "Are YOU interested?" I was actually a little surprised by that. Possibilities abounded when one kept his options open, although that particular option didn’t seem very viable at the time.

"Ha. No, not like you think…but…in the abstract…I’d be interested, yes…but with you and your brother?—"

I quickly cut John off before he could box himself into something I might later regret…just in case. “Look, John, let me just say first that if you ARE interested, if your heart’s secret desire is to be up in the middle of a three-way, or not just any three-way but one with Jack and me…I mean who wouldn’t want to be in bed with two of ME, for God’s sake?…Then your saying that wouldn’t hurt my feelings at all. Fuck, if you told me that you sought me out, seduced me, just because I’m a twin…I’d get that…it’d make me even more thankful that I have the brother I have. I’d have to really think about how I’d feel about seeing you with another guy…but it wouldn’t be out of the question. So you were about to say…?”

"I was about to say," John said, "before I was so rudely interrupted, that I AM interested, that my heart’s secret desire is to be up in the middle of not just any three-way but one with you and Jack …I mean who wouldn’t want to be in bed with two of YOU… In fact, Joe, now that you are onto me, I confess that I sought you out and seduced you specifically because I knew you had a hot-as-fuck identical twin…I could tell by looking into your eyes…" We both had a good laugh at that.

"Seriously, though," I said, "that’s a ‘yes?’ You’d be interested?"

"Don’t forget that I’ve heard more than a few of your stories about you and Jack," John said, "all hot as hell, by the way, so, yeah, the idea has its…possibilities…I guess like you, I’d be open to the idea…maybe," John said.

"Well, the truth is I don’t know if Jack was being serious or not. My guess is he was just fucking with you…" I said, remembering then that a week or so before Jack had texted the same question to me and I had ignored it. Maybe he was fucking with me. "But if he WAS serious, it seems to me that a threesome with we three guys could only be a very strange, unsatisfactory, mess. I think it would be, anyway. I mean, I can’t even wrap my brain around who would do what to whom." "What do mean?" John asked.

"Well, I’ve told you a good bit about him and me, um, growing up, but maybe not everything…see, when it comes to him being with guys, Jack has a really particular set of ‘rules’ about what he will and won’t do, what the other guys can or can’t do," I explained. "For instance?" John asked.

"For instance…I know I told you that by the time we were, oh, 15 or 16, I was dead set on sucking Jack’s cock. At first, that just seemed to me to be the next new thing to do, a natural progression, right? But sucking Jack’s dick, which, by the way, is just like mine, except bigger and better, became my main desire…then…my fixation… obsession, not literally, Mr. Psych Major, you know, but blowing Jack was a big fucking deal to me. But he drew a bright fucking line there. He was fine with jacking off, edging together, fingering each other, no problem with jacking me off and vice-versa. But blow jobs were out of the question, still are as far as I know.

"Jack will also happily fuck another guy in the ass but will not take one up his own ass. You two guys seem to be the same on that last point, so you and Jack won’t be fucking each other, that’s for sure. And I don’t think Jack would fuck me, even assuming I would let him, because we’re brothers or whatever. Neither you nor I could blow him or expect to be blown by him…add all that up and there’s not that much for three guys to do. "

"Basically your saying Jack’s rule was anything between you two was cool…except no cocks in any bodily orifice?" John asked.

"Funny…I never thought about it like that, maybe because I never wanted to fuck him, and Jack never said it like that, either…but you’re right. With one small exception - small as in short-lived, it didn’t last long at all - but not long after we turned 17, Jack was all for us fucking and he tried pretty hard, only briefly though, to get me to agree. Actually what he first suggested was that I fuck him…"

"Really? I’m kind of surprised to hear that, I guess," John said, "considering you just said there’s no way Jack takes one up the ass. Plus he made that very clear to me today, too."

"Indeed he did," I said, smiling. "Consider that to be Jack’s default position - on top. This brief exception was just a time when something else was possible - in theory - but it’s part of a lot longer story - I don’t mind telling you the whole thing, but not tonight," I said. "The bottom line is Jack came up with some hare-brained ideas as…substitutes, good a word as any…for me blowing him, which under the rules, would’ve required him to blow me, and nothing was more off limits than that."

"So you could have fucked him but couldn’t suck him, and if you did fuck him, which wasn’t your deal anyway, the rules meant—" John said.

"Precisely. Reciprocity." I interjected. "Anyway, all that blew over pretty quickly - Jack started fucking other guys, I kept on blowing other guys…and Jack decided after the first time he fucked a guy that nobody was ever going to fuck HIM in the ass, so—

"What happened to reciprocity?" John asked.

My phone let both of us know that a text message had just arrived. Two texts. Three texts. I ignored all of them, didn’t even check to see who they were from. I knew who they were from.

"Another rule change," I said. "After that, reciprocity only applied to guys Jack ‘cared about.’ Which makes for a decent segue back to what we were really talking about…this hypothetical three-way with Jack. As I was saying, or was about to say…even if Jack was being serious about a three-way, then either he hasn’t thought it through or he has seriously changed his rules - who knows, maybe he has."

"Sounds like to me Jack changes the rules whenever it suits him," John said.

"Maybe, some rules, anyway. Some rules have never changed…But under the rules I know—"

"Can I interrupt to ask when the last time you and Jack ever talked about - I mean expressly, not assumptions, old habits, whatever - a new rule change, or what exactly the existing rules were?" John asked.

"You just did," I laughed, "but the circumstances are also part of that much bigger story for another time. But just when? It would’ve been later that same year…when he ‘made’ me fuck this girl, Lacy…so we were 17, almost 18…that’s the last time I ever offered, begged, whatever, to suck his dick…"

[[You may think I tossed out that bit about being ‘forced’ to fuck Lacy gratuitously, as a teaser, perhaps, but that would not be accurate. I did it to amend the question I was answering ’ when was the last time you and Jack talked about his no-blow rule?’ If hadn’t done that I would’ve had to either lie to John or tell him, ‘why, just this morning, when Jack explained to me why he couldn’t honor my request to fuck me in the ass this coming week…’ ]]

"Made you fuck Lacy? For another day, I assume?" John asked. I nodded. "So not long before you turned 18 then? That’s nearly four years ago, Joe."

"I take your point," I said, "but all I can say is that under the rules I KNOW, I just can’t see that a three-way among us would be much more than Jack watching you fuck me, and one of us giving him a hand job…" I paused to think a few seconds to consider carefully before I plowed ahead, "or, let’s say that I’m wrong and that Jack would fuck me - I really don’t know if he would or wouldn’t now - he damn sure wouldn’t let either of us fuck him. You can bet that rule hasn’t changed. But let’s say Jack will, would, fuck me and I’d let him…would you really be cool with watching Jack fuck me in the ass?"

"As hot as I think that would be, I wouldn’t be watching," John said as he winked at me, "I’d be sucking your sweet fat cock while he pummeled your ass."

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16A:  I AM JACK’S DICK…ON EDGE

"Well," I said, handing the phone back to John, "that wasn’t so disturbing…interesting for sure, but when you said ‘disturbing,’ I’ll admit you had me a little concerned, like Jack had totally flipped out or something." 

•••••

I seriously doubted that I had spoken that many words to John before another positive reality of my de facto “surrender” to Jack in his (my?) great game slapped me in the face. I felt relieved the moment I made my unprecedented decision not to join issue with him.  I didn’t have to figure out all, or any, of Jack’s clever little clues, I didn’t have to construct a defensive firewall or design a superlative counter-stroke…and I didn’t have to worry about getting hurt by whatever Jack’s hidden game was - I knew the rules of “the game” way better than I knew Jack’s rules of sexual (mis)conduct. We did not EVER intentionally hurt one another, so I was free to stop play at any point without fear of any serious consequence…other than “losing” the game. 

As soon as the burden of trying to defend against or win the game was gone, I saw a new possibility open before me - not another stratagem to launch, more like just keeping my options open. It was this: Since I theoretically no longer cared (much) whether Jack ever fucked me in the ass, let alone before John did, I could spend my two or three days (and nights) before John came to visit pursuing something I really did care about instead of (passively) encouraging Jack’s cock to override his brain and fuck me, and that was sucking Jack’s dick before the ticking clock ran out on all of Jack’s homosexual practices, if not tendencies. To be sure, I had a far better shot of luring Jack’s cock up my ass than I did of getting it into my mouth, but I now had the freedom to concentrate on my own interests (after school was done and before John’s visit). And my real interest was in sucking my twin’s cock. All the better, I recognized, if Jack believed “all” I wanted was a standard ass-fucking, and wasn’t still hung up on blowing him. 

••••••

"Oh, no, it all - or mostly - seemed straight-up, legit, to me…you might have noticed a couple of …mood swings…or whatever…that kind of disturbed me at the time—" John replied. 

"Like when he’s being all warm and friendly one minute…and the next he’s threatening to bend you over and fuck you in the ass?" I interjected. I swear I think John blushed. 

"Exactly," he said, "but then I got that he was just making a point, being extreme to shock me, you know, like illustrating that you can never stop trusting, or remembering to trust." 

"Right," I said, nodding and thinking, ‘Wrong, oh you are so wrong.’  Then I remembered that I had already ‘surrendered’ and didn’t have to worry about what Jack might really be up to. I did understand that one of the things Jack had been telling me was that he wouldn’t mind fucking John - but I had no concern, even if Jack had meant it as more than just a nod to my good fortune, that he would ever act on his desire - fucking one another’s significant other was taboo - even good friends were off limits.

"Look," I said, "we could go through that conversation line by line, but it’s getting late and I’ve got almost an entire paper to write tomorrow, so I’ll just cut to the chase…Do you think Jack is right that we should just fuck right now?" "No," John said, "not right now but…before we leave school, anyway. I know we agreed to wait until January, Joe, but I think Jack is right - the way you talk about fucking now IS different now..like you are ready, so waiting two or three more weeks serves what purpose, really?

"And, you know, I don’t have any more experience with this than you do, and maybe it’s all a crock…but what he said about building trust and all…it sounded, well…you know…like a pretty fucking good idea to me."

As I said last time, I did know all about the knob-in-the-hole, as Jack and I had called it when we were 17. I knew I loved the idea of feeling John’s big mushroom-shaped dick head just inside me, before the rest of his cock followed, and then followed repetitively. I’ll admit that reading Jack’s familiar step-by-step instructions for the initial penetration of a tight ass by a very big cock had made me hard, whether in recollection of Jack’s knob in my hole or in anticipation of John’s, or both, I can’t really say. I had understood, of course, that I’d be playing the knob-in-the-hole game again PDQ just as soon as I had recognized what Jack had advertised as the “secret of his success.” Which was ironic, since my refusal to let Jack fuck me in the ass back then was the only sexual “failure” of his that I could recall off the top of my head. Probably there were others, but who brags about their failures?

I considered telling John then that Jack and I had both played knob-in-the-hole with each other - of course we had each taken a turn in penetrating the other because Jack demanded strict reciprocity during every sexual activity in which he and I engaged. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing at all, but sometimes a little more flexibility is a better thing. The reason Jack would never let me blow him wasn’t that he objected to blow jobs per se (he had enjoyed plenty of BJs from girls) or that he was trying to deprive me of what I wanted. But because he flatly refused to entertain the notion of having a cock in HIS mouth (not even my own), his rule of reciprocity required him to keep his dick out of MY mouth.  In fact when I had read in his texts Jack’s ‘tragic’  anecdote about ‘a friend of his’ who suffered from that  same “problem,” I accepted that tip of the hat as the poignant reminder he intended that it had also hurt Jack to deny me what I wanted most from him.

Anyway, as I was saying, I knew that Jack was also dead-on when he told John that holding your knob just inside another dude’s tight virgin ass while the sphincter muscles contracted around it was a superb sensation, because I had experienced that same superb sensation myself  when I had inserted the head of my cock into Jack’s tight hole and held it there for several minutes. Jack did not beg me to fuck him, and of course I didn’t (and wouldn’t have even if he had asked for it), but he didn’t mind having at least part of a cock in his ass, either. I had gone first, Jack second - the contrast in our reactions served as a fairly graphic demonstration of the fact that I wanted to be fucked in the ass more than Jack did.

Even though I wanted John’s knob in my hole, I didn’t want to jump at his near-invitation to try this experiment, not yet. Since I was no longer playing Jack’s game, and wasn’t playing much of any game beyond going with the flow and trying to preserve as many options as possible, I didn’t need much of a game plan, but to preserve my options I did need to string things out between John and me if I could reasonably do so without my foot-dragging becoming obvious. And while I preferred to wait another week, when exams were done and I could take a deep breath, both Jack and  John were right about my head being  in the right place about my impending ass- fucking.  Of course, I also knew that our jumping right into the knob-in-the-hole game was exactly what Jack wanted - and expected - us to do, so I was reflexively resistant to allowing Jack that “victory” - old habits die hard.  

Knowing Jack as I did, with his not unreasonable assurance that few people had his discipline (when he chose to apply it), together with the fact that he had witnessed my own lack of self control when a certain pressure had been applied in a certain manner to a certain part of my anatomy, he was likely lying back at that very moment, edging to perfection his throbbing cock in the near-certainty that John was even then fucking my brains out. He would be smugly enjoying his self-congratulatory edging session for some time to come - that fucker could edge for hours. 

Sometimes we’d be edging together and I’d finally have to let my cock explode, and Jack would just look at me, cluck condescendingly, and keep tickling the head of his cock or asshole or whatever. My cock would go limp, get hard again a few minutes later, and I’d edge myself again to the point of “no mas,” blowing my second load before Jack would finally give in to a magnificent cum-gusher. It’s hard to say who really “won” a session like that - after all I’d have two orgasms to his one. While that looked a lot like “win/win” to me,  Jack always said there could be only one “winner,” and he clearly believed it was him. I  knew he was jacking and edging right then, that or fucking some Newcomb princess, but I figured he’d prefer to be edging by himself, the better to savor the masterful game he had played (resulting, in his mind (I was sure),  in my near-immediate buttfucking) and his moment of all-but-declared victory.  Although I had ‘surrendered,’ I had no intention of letting Jack know that yet, and when I did let him know he had “won” it would be in such a way that he couldn’t be sure if I had gotten fucked in the ass yet or not. All the better, I figured, for keeping my options open, and to keep Jack’s cock doing his thinking for him.

"John,  we’re not waiting until January," I said, grinning at his big grin," but I do think what Jack said about building absolute trust couldn’t be more true.  I’m more than intrigued…I don’t mind saying that I fucking love the idea of having just the head of your cock inside me…that just sounds so fucking…hot …and…knowing that the rest of your HUGE fucking dick will NOT be following right away is…I dunno…reassuring, comforting, somehow." John had also visibly brightened at my agreement to play knob-in-the-hole before the sure-enough fucking got started. But before he could start stripping out of his clothes, I added, "Let’s come back to the ‘trust test’ in a minute, OK? I can’t put my finger on exactly what it was, but I had part of an idea about how to improve it when I was reading Jack’s texts." 

Getting up, I asked, “Beer?” as the vague outline of something resembling a plan began to take shape in my mind. Befitting a man who had already ‘surrendered’ and thus needed no plan, this plan was pretty bare bones, hardly what I called a plan at all.

"Anything else jump out at you from your chat with Jack?" I asked John as I got a couple of more beers out of the fridge. There were a couple of things I wanted to raise, like inviting John to visit  over the holidays and the logistics/timing of our coming tryst, but before I did I wanted to see what else had moved John’s needle. 

The “trust game” obviously had. So had tearing up my January timetable, but that had been a given.

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16A: I AM JACK’S DICK…ON EDGE

"Well," I said, handing the phone back to John, "that wasn’t so disturbing…interesting for sure, but when you said ‘disturbing,’ I’ll admit you had me a little concerned, like Jack had totally flipped out or something."

•••••

I seriously doubted that I had spoken that many words to John before another positive reality of my de facto “surrender” to Jack in his (my?) great game slapped me in the face. I felt relieved the moment I made my unprecedented decision not to join issue with him. I didn’t have to figure out all, or any, of Jack’s clever little clues, I didn’t have to construct a defensive firewall or design a superlative counter-stroke…and I didn’t have to worry about getting hurt by whatever Jack’s hidden game was - I knew the rules of “the game” way better than I knew Jack’s rules of sexual (mis)conduct. We did not EVER intentionally hurt one another, so I was free to stop play at any point without fear of any serious consequence…other than “losing” the game.

As soon as the burden of trying to defend against or win the game was gone, I saw a new possibility open before me - not another stratagem to launch, more like just keeping my options open. It was this: Since I theoretically no longer cared (much) whether Jack ever fucked me in the ass, let alone before John did, I could spend my two or three days (and nights) before John came to visit pursuing something I really did care about instead of (passively) encouraging Jack’s cock to override his brain and fuck me, and that was sucking Jack’s dick before the ticking clock ran out on all of Jack’s homosexual practices, if not tendencies. To be sure, I had a far better shot of luring Jack’s cock up my ass than I did of getting it into my mouth, but I now had the freedom to concentrate on my own interests (after school was done and before John’s visit). And my real interest was in sucking my twin’s cock. All the better, I recognized, if Jack believed “all” I wanted was a standard ass-fucking, and wasn’t still hung up on blowing him.

••••••

"Oh, no, it all - or mostly - seemed straight-up, legit, to me…you might have noticed a couple of …mood swings…or whatever…that kind of disturbed me at the time—" John replied.

"Like when he’s being all warm and friendly one minute…and the next he’s threatening to bend you over and fuck you in the ass?" I interjected. I swear I think John blushed.

"Exactly," he said, "but then I got that he was just making a point, being extreme to shock me, you know, like illustrating that you can never stop trusting, or remembering to trust."

"Right," I said, nodding and thinking, ‘Wrong, oh you are so wrong.’ Then I remembered that I had already ‘surrendered’ and didn’t have to worry about what Jack might really be up to. I did understand that one of the things Jack had been telling me was that he wouldn’t mind fucking John - but I had no concern, even if Jack had meant it as more than just a nod to my good fortune, that he would ever act on his desire - fucking one another’s significant other was taboo - even good friends were off limits.

"Look," I said, "we could go through that conversation line by line, but it’s getting late and I’ve got almost an entire paper to write tomorrow, so I’ll just cut to the chase…Do you think Jack is right that we should just fuck right now?" "No," John said, "not right now but…before we leave school, anyway. I know we agreed to wait until January, Joe, but I think Jack is right - the way you talk about fucking now IS different now..like you are ready, so waiting two or three more weeks serves what purpose, really?

"And, you know, I don’t have any more experience with this than you do, and maybe it’s all a crock…but what he said about building trust and all…it sounded, well…you know…like a pretty fucking good idea to me."

As I said last time, I did know all about the knob-in-the-hole, as Jack and I had called it when we were 17. I knew I loved the idea of feeling John’s big mushroom-shaped dick head just inside me, before the rest of his cock followed, and then followed repetitively. I’ll admit that reading Jack’s familiar step-by-step instructions for the initial penetration of a tight ass by a very big cock had made me hard, whether in recollection of Jack’s knob in my hole or in anticipation of John’s, or both, I can’t really say. I had understood, of course, that I’d be playing the knob-in-the-hole game again PDQ just as soon as I had recognized what Jack had advertised as the “secret of his success.” Which was ironic, since my refusal to let Jack fuck me in the ass back then was the only sexual “failure” of his that I could recall off the top of my head. Probably there were others, but who brags about their failures?

I considered telling John then that Jack and I had both played knob-in-the-hole with each other - of course we had each taken a turn in penetrating the other because Jack demanded strict reciprocity during every sexual activity in which he and I engaged. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing at all, but sometimes a little more flexibility is a better thing. The reason Jack would never let me blow him wasn’t that he objected to blow jobs per se (he had enjoyed plenty of BJs from girls) or that he was trying to deprive me of what I wanted. But because he flatly refused to entertain the notion of having a cock in HIS mouth (not even my own), his rule of reciprocity required him to keep his dick out of MY mouth. In fact when I had read in his texts Jack’s ‘tragic’ anecdote about ‘a friend of his’ who suffered from that same “problem,” I accepted that tip of the hat as the poignant reminder he intended that it had also hurt Jack to deny me what I wanted most from him.

Anyway, as I was saying, I knew that Jack was also dead-on when he told John that holding your knob just inside another dude’s tight virgin ass while the sphincter muscles contracted around it was a superb sensation, because I had experienced that same superb sensation myself when I had inserted the head of my cock into Jack’s tight hole and held it there for several minutes. Jack did not beg me to fuck him, and of course I didn’t (and wouldn’t have even if he had asked for it), but he didn’t mind having at least part of a cock in his ass, either. I had gone first, Jack second - the contrast in our reactions served as a fairly graphic demonstration of the fact that I wanted to be fucked in the ass more than Jack did.

Even though I wanted John’s knob in my hole, I didn’t want to jump at his near-invitation to try this experiment, not yet. Since I was no longer playing Jack’s game, and wasn’t playing much of any game beyond going with the flow and trying to preserve as many options as possible, I didn’t need much of a game plan, but to preserve my options I did need to string things out between John and me if I could reasonably do so without my foot-dragging becoming obvious. And while I preferred to wait another week, when exams were done and I could take a deep breath, both Jack and John were right about my head being in the right place about my impending ass- fucking. Of course, I also knew that our jumping right into the knob-in-the-hole game was exactly what Jack wanted - and expected - us to do, so I was reflexively resistant to allowing Jack that “victory” - old habits die hard.

Knowing Jack as I did, with his not unreasonable assurance that few people had his discipline (when he chose to apply it), together with the fact that he had witnessed my own lack of self control when a certain pressure had been applied in a certain manner to a certain part of my anatomy, he was likely lying back at that very moment, edging to perfection his throbbing cock in the near-certainty that John was even then fucking my brains out. He would be smugly enjoying his self-congratulatory edging session for some time to come - that fucker could edge for hours.

Sometimes we’d be edging together and I’d finally have to let my cock explode, and Jack would just look at me, cluck condescendingly, and keep tickling the head of his cock or asshole or whatever. My cock would go limp, get hard again a few minutes later, and I’d edge myself again to the point of “no mas,” blowing my second load before Jack would finally give in to a magnificent cum-gusher. It’s hard to say who really “won” a session like that - after all I’d have two orgasms to his one. While that looked a lot like “win/win” to me, Jack always said there could be only one “winner,” and he clearly believed it was him. I knew he was jacking and edging right then, that or fucking some Newcomb princess, but I figured he’d prefer to be edging by himself, the better to savor the masterful game he had played (resulting, in his mind (I was sure), in my near-immediate buttfucking) and his moment of all-but-declared victory. Although I had ‘surrendered,’ I had no intention of letting Jack know that yet, and when I did let him know he had “won” it would be in such a way that he couldn’t be sure if I had gotten fucked in the ass yet or not. All the better, I figured, for keeping my options open, and to keep Jack’s cock doing his thinking for him.

"John, we’re not waiting until January," I said, grinning at his big grin," but I do think what Jack said about building absolute trust couldn’t be more true. I’m more than intrigued…I don’t mind saying that I fucking love the idea of having just the head of your cock inside me…that just sounds so fucking…hot …and…knowing that the rest of your HUGE fucking dick will NOT be following right away is…I dunno…reassuring, comforting, somehow." John had also visibly brightened at my agreement to play knob-in-the-hole before the sure-enough fucking got started. But before he could start stripping out of his clothes, I added, "Let’s come back to the ‘trust test’ in a minute, OK? I can’t put my finger on exactly what it was, but I had part of an idea about how to improve it when I was reading Jack’s texts."

Getting up, I asked, “Beer?” as the vague outline of something resembling a plan began to take shape in my mind. Befitting a man who had already ‘surrendered’ and thus needed no plan, this plan was pretty bare bones, hardly what I called a plan at all.

"Anything else jump out at you from your chat with Jack?" I asked John as I got a couple of more beers out of the fridge. There were a couple of things I wanted to raise, like inviting John to visit over the holidays and the logistics/timing of our coming tryst, but before I did I wanted to see what else had moved John’s needle.

The “trust game” obviously had. So had tearing up my January timetable, but that had been a given.

Breaking in the roommate.

Breaking in the roommate.

Checking out the roommate.

Checking out the roommate.

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