The Sublime Cock
Morning coffee/2.

Morning coffee/2.

Morning coffee.

Morning coffee.

Morning has broken/2.

Morning has broken/2.

Morning has broken.

Morning has broken.

Mountains of the moon, milk river.

9.21.14

Mountains of the moon, milk river.

9.21.14
17B:  I AM JOE’S DICK…JUST TOYING WITH JACK’S COCK

I slowly limped back to my nook in the stacks, my broken dick and lacerated balls protesting every step of the way. ‘Jack texted!’ I remembered and reached for my phone like it was a tube of cock salve. There was just the one new message.

•••••••

Jack: ‘sup Joe?

Me:  just broke my dick & lost a nut, no big deal

Jack:  haha…had no idea libraries were so dangerous…might check one out b4 i graduate

Me: jack no joke need u to call 911 I fucked up all my junk

Jack:  how

Me: taking a piss 

Me: how’d u know imat library?

Jack: got worried about u so I called tex

Me:  u talked to John?

Jack: sure,  seems like a great guy, looking 4wrd to meetng him next wk

[Jesus Christ, I thought, did John tell Jack everything?…my fucking brother probably knew how long I had  spent taking a dump that morning…]

Me: he’s super, ur gonna really like him

Jack: u miss me

Me: ??

Jack:  do u miss me?

Me:  huh? not making sense

Jack:  ok was just gonna say I miss u, never been this long so

Me: so say it

Jack:  I miss u, never been this long,  am so past ready to see u

Jack: Joe?

Jack: u think im fucking w/ u??

Me: duh

Me: plus I think I broke my dick & it hurts like a mf 

Jack: sounds like u need dr dick the dick doctor to doctor ur dick 

Me: nah way too late for that

Jack: its that serious then?

Me: can u think of anything more serious than breaking your hard dick in half, smashing it into the wall, then zipping 50% of ur balls off??

Jack: uh, no? u break it flip flopping w/ tex? I told u he was a tight ass…next time dont try to slam it in the hole so hard

Jack:  Joe?

Jack: for real how’d u manage to fuck yourself up like that?

Me: long story, but whacking off in menz few min ago

Jack: fuck bro isn’t tex taking care of u at home?

Me:  accidental J/O

Jack:  haha, I’m sure  

Jack:  anyway where were u last nite, u left me hanging bro

Me: sorry was here at library til they threw me out at midnite

Jack: WTF?

Me: busting my balls to keep from flunking out…or worse…having to explain a C, a bunch of C s,  to Dad

Jack: ha, that wd b worse…at least if u flunk out ur done, cd leave the country

Me: right, so I had my phone off til after 12 & by then ur msgs weren’t making any sense at all…figured u must be blotto anyway

Jack: u got that right, the blotto part

Me: but sorry if u needed me, I crashed as soon as I got home

Jack: that blows, healthy young man like u, letting that big texas dick go to waste in ur bed & shit

Me: plus John was snoring away when I got in

Jack:  ur fucking shittin me

Me:  not a big deal, he & i’ll catch up soon enuf…& when we do…

we’re both like the walkng dead workng our tails off 4 havng fuckd off all yr

Jack:  sounds like sum kinda grasshopper/ant medicine

Me: clever…but more like 2 grasshoppers

Jack: so when did tex invite himself to ms

Me:  ha, u sly fuck, I invited him - but ur right he dropd cupla hints when I was sucking his balls this a.m.

was such a great idea, can’t believe I hadn’t thought of it…or u jack, ur sposed to have my back

Jack:  evn jack cant think of evrythng

so u got anythng plan’d yet 4 his visit

Me: just fucking

Jack: woo hoo! so tex beat u down on ur dumb idea to wait til Jan, huh?

Me: nah my idea - johns fine w/ w8ng, but im ready 4 that itch to b scratchd

plus i thought abt what u told me y’day & knew u were rt 

Jack:  I usually am but what was it this time?

Me:  me completing u, u completing me - it was pretty fucking hot, dont get me wrong, but not hot enuf for the risk

Jack: glad ur talking sense again Joe  

Jack: did I really say all that? the completing part, sure, but that was whn i wz leaning hard (c what i did there?) toward giving u what u asked for & railing ur sweet ass

Me: LOL u were never serious abt humping me & I was just crazed w/ fear of john’s texas sized cock

all cool now

Jack: d/r ever telling u or anybody that any fuck wznt worth the risk

Me:  not in those words but I got ur gist & u were right

Jack: cool then, if ur happy 

its just that dznt sound like me - its more like what fuck isnt worth the risk + riskier the hotter

not like me to confuse that mojo 

Me: I probly confused ur reasons but u were right thats 2 much mojo for 2 bros 

Jack: I was drunk if I said that shit cuz fuckings just another bodily function

Me: ok, whatever…then i agree we dont need to perform that particular bodily function together

like taking a dump u know, we love each other like bros but we don’t take dumps together 

Jack: we have tho

Me:  have what?

Jack:  taken dumps together, just saying

Me:  in emergencies only, smartass

Jack: thought u needed emergency wood implant   ; )

Me: haha, I guess I do but am curing that next Sun night  

if u don’t mind giving up the apt 4 a few days

Jack: no problem bro

Jack:  how long is tex gonna be fucking u in my crib anyway

Me: n/m don’t wanta put u out

Jack: aw fuck joe I didn’t mean that like it sounded

Jack: Joooooeeee….

Jack:  joe, Im sorry! I was LMAO when I sent that POS & knew u’d get I was joking

Me: oh yeah that was real funny

Jack: I said I’m sorry man, dont know what else I can do 

Me: thx jack its just til weds

Jack: seriously, not a problem

Me:  & there is one other thing, not a big deal but…I need sum how-to advice abt the deed 

Jack:  abt The Fuck Itself?

Me:  LOL  not quite like that time, no, just have a few ?s but they’ll keep til I see u

Jack:  fuck man, I cd just show u & tex a few of my trix, wd be more fun that way

Me:  haha, think we can manage, but thx 

Jack: anytime

[[‘Whoa! Just a fucking minute,’ I thought, suddenly recognizing a possible deeper meaning behind Jack’s use of a particular (semi) twinspeak phrase, one he had also dropped into his chat with John the day before (for my benefit). The first time he had used it with John, I had assumed he was just goading me, reminding me of an incident that he knew I was embarrassed by. But twice in two days? That was no coincidence, and was almost certainly more than simple goading. Had I still been playing Jack’s game, I would have let the comment pass while devising some stratagem to safely blow his scheme out of the water, but since I wasn’t playing Jack’s game, I decided to raise the issue with him directly. That was also what one would do if he were pretending to be oblivious that a game was even afoot.]]

Me: Whoa…back the fuck up a min

when u [[totally fucking gratuitously]] brought up The Fuck Itself surely u werent suggesting we run the SAME play w/ John as the mark??

Jack: haha never even thought of that…i don’t have the devious mind u do

Jack: tho it’s not a bad idea, now that u mention it…

[[Which meant that Jack had in fact deliberately suggested we use The Fuck Itself playbook vs John,  and was not simply citing it as an example of another occasion on which Jack had coached me in the art of fucking, as I had initially taken the comment.]]

Me: No fucking way

Jack: that’s cool, like I said it was ur idea not mine

Me:  its not happening jack

Jack:  I don’t blame u for changing ur mind, but…

Me:  I didn’t bring up TFI, u did

BUT what?

Me:  jack??

Jack: chill bro, had to pee - I agree w/ u completely, but u just might want to keep ur options open, that’s all, so I wdnt tell tex the kind of shit that can happen to a guest in our crib

Me:  keep MY options open? TFI here could only benefit YOU

Jack:  Not so at all - ur brain really that rusty? U are #1 beneficiary of a TFI  play, just like orig op

So duznt matter at all to me - if u want to 100% rule out TFI all u have to do is tell him what TFI is & to look the fuck out

or just dont play, cuz it can’t work w/o both of us

Me:  u cd do a solo TFI

Jack: in theory sure but u know for the kind of mark we’re talking abt it cdnt posbly succeed w/o both of us

Me:  we’re not talking abt any kind of mark & sure as fuck not john

Jack:  whatever u say

Me:  solely as a matter of curiosity, how do I benefit more than u?

Jack:  u put ur sly fucking brain to work on that, bet u’ll c right away -  but we’ll talk

Me:  Look bro, gotta run - my paper’s not writing itself

Me:  thx for talking me thru all this jack, not TFI but the rest

Jack:  thats what bros r 4 - & u’ll be thanking me for TFI too

take care u broke dick mf 

Luv ya -

Me:  like a brother.

••••••••
In fact, my dick did still hurt - it was throbbing, and not in the good way. I had gotten some more writing done during the longer delays between texts, so I needed to review everything to see where I was. I thought I was close to being finished, except for writing the conclusion. But before I did that, I wanted to review my chat with Jack and see where I thought I was with him. While I was reading back over it, and smiling, Jack pinged me again. 

•••••••

Jack:  truth serum, bro

Me:  grooannn…not now, gotta work

Jack: 1 simple question…& don’t forget who reminded me y’day how sweet that shit tastes

Me: Get it over with then

[[Not that I relished the thought of being compelled to tell Jack the truth, but I knew it would be quicker and less painful to just answer his question (however bad it might be) than to argue with him about it. And then answer the question. If it was essential to Jack that he know the answer, a prerequisite for invoking ‘truth serum,’ he wasn’t going to drop it and I would be compelled to answer him soon enough in the truest possible way.]]

Jack:  is your a•hole still virgin?

[[I knew what he was really asking was whether John had fucked me in the ass last night, but he didn’t want to be that obvious just in case I had been telling the truth and really was in the dark about his chat with John the day before. And he couldn’t invoke ‘truth serum’ to ask me if I was onto his master game, or if I was running my own operation against him - that’s the only exception to the rule that there is no safe harbor from ‘truth serum.’ And Jack figured I had no reason to have lied to him in the past - and I had not - about being an ass-virgin, so if suddenly told him my virginity was not intact, he’d know that John had fucked me in the ass the night before and that he had won his game, or part of it.]]

Me:  I have my doubts that info is really essential for you to have…

Jack: u know its not up to u Joe, its my call, but I’ll tell u fwiw - I really do think it is essential to me

Me:  The truest possible way then - I don’t know, because I’m not certain what counts for loss of virginity. So I’ll give you the facts and you can tell me if my a•hole is still virgin. The only time I’ve ever had a cock, or any part of one, inside my ass was the one time you and I played knob-in-the-hole and you stuck about an inch & a half of your fat cock in my ass and I begged for more.  So if that 1.5” didn’t technically cost me my anal virginty, I still have it.

Jack:  actually u got more like two & a half inches of Jack, but I’d still call u a virgin since I didn’t fuck u

Me: you fucking cheated!

Jack: I did. So no wonder u wanted even more, right? And Joe u might think u know - but u really have no fucking idea  - how hard it was for me not to break my promise & truly fuck u then

Me:  sometimes - pretty much always - I wish u had 

Jack:  me too

Me:  love u jack

Jack:  like a brother joe

•••••••••

Apart from Jack’s curious insistence that a TFI sting against my own boyfriend would benefit me and not Jack, our last exchange answered the only real question I had had about our earlier chat - whether Jack believed John & I had resisted the temptations he had put in front of us the day before? If he hadn’t before, he certainly did after I had taken my dose of ‘truth serum.’ And I had let him know that not only had John not fucked me in the ass (yet), we had not played knob-in-the-hole, either. 

As for ‘The Fuck Itself,’ my interest was purely academic. I wasn’t worried about anything happening to John, because Jack was right - we’d both have to be active participants for it to have a ghost of a chance of working.

I was much more interested in my own chances of ending up with Jack’s cock in my mouth and/or up my ass, and I judged that those chances had just improved. I quickly summarized the most significant  information I had gleaned from my chat with Jack:

• Jack had talked to John that morning, but I gathered the conversation was very brief since the only nugget Jack dropped was that he knew John was coming to visit (for the purpose of fucking me in the ass) in a week. All positive, assuming John had not been gulled into giving up any more info.

• Jack’s t/ms the previous evening about Scott had been, as I had assumed, purely pretextual. Jack and I had texted on and off for nearly an hour and he didn’t once mention Scott or any plan to fuck him up.

• Jack had offered to doctor my dick - granted, that didn’t mean he’d let me get his cock into my mouth or ass, but he plainly anticipated at least a resumption of our usual non-orifice-oriented relationship, so that was positive.

• It was in some way ‘essential’ to Jack that I hadn’t been fucked in the ass yet, but I didn’t know why or how it mattered. Still, just knowing that my ass-virginity was ‘essential’ to Jack was huge.

• Jack had again suggested a three-way, albeit half-heartedly, when he offered to show John and me the ropes in lieu of answering my few questions. I still wasn’t convinced this was a real objective of Jack’s game, but I was beginning to lean toward that view. I felt a little…bad?…that I had brushed him off so breezily, but I just didn’t have the time then to fuck with Jack about two of his games (if a three-way was a real angle he was pursuing).

• Jack’s cock was already inducing amnesia concerning the “dangerous” nature of an anal liaison between the two of us. In his texts that day, incestuous ass-fucking was just another bodily function, no more significant than taking shits side by side. Obviously, that was a huge positive. Probably by the next day, and certainly by the time we saw each other, Jack would have total amnesia when it came to the subject of emotional risks associated with buttfucking twins. If I didn’t wake his sleeping brain up by actively advancing oral/anal designs on his cock, I was sure that by the wee hours of Thursday morning Jack would view anal twincest as the natural state of affairs in the world.

• And Jack missed me! As I missed him.

Beyond the ‘facts’ I had learned, I also had a real sense that the tone of our chat had changed when Jack found out  I had invited John to visit for the express purpose of being the first to fuck me in the ass. He seemed kind of resigned or deflated, even jealous, when I had asked him to clear out of the apartment so John could fuck me in the ass for as long as I could take it. If Jack was deflated my hope was that I could blow him back up.

If had been completely honest with myself then about my “review” of my conversation with Jack I would have had to admit that I had probably been too forthcoming with Jack (even if a lot of what I had told him was rank bullshit) and I certainly hadn’t kept him twisting in the wind very long, but then that dose of ‘truth serum’ hadn’t left me any options. And while Jack knew he hadn’t won his master game last night, so his curiosity had been doused, he knew he hadn’t won. He could still technically  “win” if John and I fucked up the following night while playing with fire, also known variously as the “trust test” and the “knob-in-the-hole” game, but that was in our hands now, not Jack’s. I would have also admitted that I had paid too little attention to Jack’s comments about a possible three-way and ‘The Fuck Itself,’ forgetting that the most “obvious” objective of any of Jack’s (or my) games was rarely the real one. But none of that mattered, because I had ‘surrendered’ and was no longer playing the game.

For reasons unrelated to my chat with Jack, I had decided that I needed to tell John, before he stuck his big knob in my hole, that Jack and I had once “flip-flopped” games of knob-in-the-hole…and what the results had been. That meant he should hear it when I returned from the library, and not the following day before he got his turn to play - I didn’t think he’d be upset by anything Jack and I had done almost five years earlier, but I couldn’t be certain and I didn’t want to risk ruining our “almost big” night. 

Now that Jack that had made it clear to me that he was contemplating running a TFI operation against John, I also needed to fill him in on ‘The Fuck Itself,’ which was not a pretty story.  Both knob-in-the-hole and TFI were part of the “bigger story” I had avoided telling John the night before about Jack’s efforts to get me over the hump of the full-blown obsession with sucking my identical twin’s cock that I had developed by the time we were 17. It made some sense to me that we might as well have “story time” that night so I could kill two birds with one stone. Actually three, because I couldn’t fairly explain the revisions to Jack’s version of the “trust test” that I planned to suggest without admitting that I knew more about that test than I had thus far admitted. I made a mental note to pick up a bottle of whiskey before I went home.

I turned back to my paper, found one set of notes I had forgotten to work into an argument, took care of that and began typing the conclusion. It was still only about 2:30, so I was looking good to be back home by halftime at the latest. Despite the grave injury to my penis and the profitable chat I’d had with Jack, I was still killing it.

That’s when the pimply faced kid from the bathroom walked up and stopped about six feet from where I was sitting. The little shit who had caused me to break my dick. I wasn’t in the mood for anymore of his weird bullshit. I pretended to ignore him but he plainly wasn’t going away. 

"Get the fuck out of here," I growled without looking up. 

"I saw you in here last weekend,"  he said. 

Of course, I had no idea then how well and truly fucked I would soon be.

17B: I AM JOE’S DICK…JUST TOYING WITH JACK’S COCK

I slowly limped back to my nook in the stacks, my broken dick and lacerated balls protesting every step of the way. ‘Jack texted!’ I remembered and reached for my phone like it was a tube of cock salve. There was just the one new message.

•••••••

Jack: ‘sup Joe?

Me: just broke my dick & lost a nut, no big deal

Jack: haha…had no idea libraries were so dangerous…might check one out b4 i graduate

Me: jack no joke need u to call 911 I fucked up all my junk

Jack: how

Me: taking a piss

Me: how’d u know imat library?

Jack: got worried about u so I called tex

Me: u talked to John?

Jack: sure, seems like a great guy, looking 4wrd to meetng him next wk

[Jesus Christ, I thought, did John tell Jack everything?…my fucking brother probably knew how long I had spent taking a dump that morning…]

Me: he’s super, ur gonna really like him

Jack: u miss me

Me: ??

Jack: do u miss me?

Me: huh? not making sense

Jack: ok was just gonna say I miss u, never been this long so

Me: so say it

Jack: I miss u, never been this long, am so past ready to see u

Jack: Joe?

Jack: u think im fucking w/ u??

Me: duh

Me: plus I think I broke my dick & it hurts like a mf

Jack: sounds like u need dr dick the dick doctor to doctor ur dick

Me: nah way too late for that

Jack: its that serious then?

Me: can u think of anything more serious than breaking your hard dick in half, smashing it into the wall, then zipping 50% of ur balls off??

Jack: uh, no? u break it flip flopping w/ tex? I told u he was a tight ass…next time dont try to slam it in the hole so hard

Jack: Joe?

Jack: for real how’d u manage to fuck yourself up like that?

Me: long story, but whacking off in menz few min ago

Jack: fuck bro isn’t tex taking care of u at home?

Me: accidental J/O

Jack: haha, I’m sure

Jack: anyway where were u last nite, u left me hanging bro

Me: sorry was here at library til they threw me out at midnite

Jack: WTF?

Me: busting my balls to keep from flunking out…or worse…having to explain a C, a bunch of C s, to Dad

Jack: ha, that wd b worse…at least if u flunk out ur done, cd leave the country

Me: right, so I had my phone off til after 12 & by then ur msgs weren’t making any sense at all…figured u must be blotto anyway

Jack: u got that right, the blotto part

Me: but sorry if u needed me, I crashed as soon as I got home

Jack: that blows, healthy young man like u, letting that big texas dick go to waste in ur bed & shit

Me: plus John was snoring away when I got in

Jack: ur fucking shittin me

Me: not a big deal, he & i’ll catch up soon enuf…& when we do…

we’re both like the walkng dead workng our tails off 4 havng fuckd off all yr

Jack: sounds like sum kinda grasshopper/ant medicine

Me: clever…but more like 2 grasshoppers

Jack: so when did tex invite himself to ms

Me: ha, u sly fuck, I invited him - but ur right he dropd cupla hints when I was sucking his balls this a.m.

was such a great idea, can’t believe I hadn’t thought of it…or u jack, ur sposed to have my back

Jack: evn jack cant think of evrythng

so u got anythng plan’d yet 4 his visit

Me: just fucking

Jack: woo hoo! so tex beat u down on ur dumb idea to wait til Jan, huh?

Me: nah my idea - johns fine w/ w8ng, but im ready 4 that itch to b scratchd

plus i thought abt what u told me y’day & knew u were rt

Jack: I usually am but what was it this time?

Me: me completing u, u completing me - it was pretty fucking hot, dont get me wrong, but not hot enuf for the risk

Jack: glad ur talking sense again Joe

Jack: did I really say all that? the completing part, sure, but that was whn i wz leaning hard (c what i did there?) toward giving u what u asked for & railing ur sweet ass

Me: LOL u were never serious abt humping me & I was just crazed w/ fear of john’s texas sized cock

all cool now

Jack: d/r ever telling u or anybody that any fuck wznt worth the risk

Me: not in those words but I got ur gist & u were right

Jack: cool then, if ur happy

its just that dznt sound like me - its more like what fuck isnt worth the risk + riskier the hotter

not like me to confuse that mojo

Me: I probly confused ur reasons but u were right thats 2 much mojo for 2 bros

Jack: I was drunk if I said that shit cuz fuckings just another bodily function

Me: ok, whatever…then i agree we dont need to perform that particular bodily function together

like taking a dump u know, we love each other like bros but we don’t take dumps together

Jack: we have tho

Me: have what?

Jack: taken dumps together, just saying

Me: in emergencies only, smartass

Jack: thought u needed emergency wood implant  ; )

Me: haha, I guess I do but am curing that next Sun night

if u don’t mind giving up the apt 4 a few days

Jack: no problem bro

Jack: how long is tex gonna be fucking u in my crib anyway

Me: n/m don’t wanta put u out

Jack: aw fuck joe I didn’t mean that like it sounded

Jack: Joooooeeee….

Jack: joe, Im sorry! I was LMAO when I sent that POS & knew u’d get I was joking

Me: oh yeah that was real funny

Jack: I said I’m sorry man, dont know what else I can do

Me: thx jack its just til weds

Jack: seriously, not a problem

Me: & there is one other thing, not a big deal but…I need sum how-to advice abt the deed

Jack: abt The Fuck Itself?

Me: LOL not quite like that time, no, just have a few ?s but they’ll keep til I see u

Jack: fuck man, I cd just show u & tex a few of my trix, wd be more fun that way

Me: haha, think we can manage, but thx

Jack: anytime

[[‘Whoa! Just a fucking minute,’ I thought, suddenly recognizing a possible deeper meaning behind Jack’s use of a particular (semi) twinspeak phrase, one he had also dropped into his chat with John the day before (for my benefit). The first time he had used it with John, I had assumed he was just goading me, reminding me of an incident that he knew I was embarrassed by. But twice in two days? That was no coincidence, and was almost certainly more than simple goading. Had I still been playing Jack’s game, I would have let the comment pass while devising some stratagem to safely blow his scheme out of the water, but since I wasn’t playing Jack’s game, I decided to raise the issue with him directly. That was also what one would do if he were pretending to be oblivious that a game was even afoot.]]

Me: Whoa…back the fuck up a min

when u [[totally fucking gratuitously]] brought up The Fuck Itself surely u werent suggesting we run the SAME play w/ John as the mark??

Jack: haha never even thought of that…i don’t have the devious mind u do

Jack: tho it’s not a bad idea, now that u mention it…

[[Which meant that Jack had in fact deliberately suggested we use The Fuck Itself playbook vs John, and was not simply citing it as an example of another occasion on which Jack had coached me in the art of fucking, as I had initially taken the comment.]]

Me: No fucking way

Jack: that’s cool, like I said it was ur idea not mine

Me: its not happening jack

Jack: I don’t blame u for changing ur mind, but…

Me: I didn’t bring up TFI, u did

BUT what?

Me: jack??

Jack: chill bro, had to pee - I agree w/ u completely, but u just might want to keep ur options open, that’s all, so I wdnt tell tex the kind of shit that can happen to a guest in our crib

Me: keep MY options open? TFI here could only benefit YOU

Jack: Not so at all - ur brain really that rusty? U are #1 beneficiary of a TFI play, just like orig op

So duznt matter at all to me - if u want to 100% rule out TFI all u have to do is tell him what TFI is & to look the fuck out

or just dont play, cuz it can’t work w/o both of us

Me: u cd do a solo TFI

Jack: in theory sure but u know for the kind of mark we’re talking abt it cdnt posbly succeed w/o both of us

Me: we’re not talking abt any kind of mark & sure as fuck not john

Jack: whatever u say

Me: solely as a matter of curiosity, how do I benefit more than u?

Jack: u put ur sly fucking brain to work on that, bet u’ll c right away - but we’ll talk

Me: Look bro, gotta run - my paper’s not writing itself

Me: thx for talking me thru all this jack, not TFI but the rest

Jack: thats what bros r 4 - & u’ll be thanking me for TFI too

take care u broke dick mf

Luv ya -

Me: like a brother.

••••••••
In fact, my dick did still hurt - it was throbbing, and not in the good way. I had gotten some more writing done during the longer delays between texts, so I needed to review everything to see where I was. I thought I was close to being finished, except for writing the conclusion. But before I did that, I wanted to review my chat with Jack and see where I thought I was with him. While I was reading back over it, and smiling, Jack pinged me again.

•••••••

Jack: truth serum, bro

Me: grooannn…not now, gotta work

Jack: 1 simple question…& don’t forget who reminded me y’day how sweet that shit tastes

Me: Get it over with then

[[Not that I relished the thought of being compelled to tell Jack the truth, but I knew it would be quicker and less painful to just answer his question (however bad it might be) than to argue with him about it. And then answer the question. If it was essential to Jack that he know the answer, a prerequisite for invoking ‘truth serum,’ he wasn’t going to drop it and I would be compelled to answer him soon enough in the truest possible way.]]

Jack: is your a•hole still virgin?

[[I knew what he was really asking was whether John had fucked me in the ass last night, but he didn’t want to be that obvious just in case I had been telling the truth and really was in the dark about his chat with John the day before. And he couldn’t invoke ‘truth serum’ to ask me if I was onto his master game, or if I was running my own operation against him - that’s the only exception to the rule that there is no safe harbor from ‘truth serum.’ And Jack figured I had no reason to have lied to him in the past - and I had not - about being an ass-virgin, so if suddenly told him my virginity was not intact, he’d know that John had fucked me in the ass the night before and that he had won his game, or part of it.]]

Me: I have my doubts that info is really essential for you to have…

Jack: u know its not up to u Joe, its my call, but I’ll tell u fwiw - I really do think it is essential to me

Me: The truest possible way then - I don’t know, because I’m not certain what counts for loss of virginity. So I’ll give you the facts and you can tell me if my a•hole is still virgin. The only time I’ve ever had a cock, or any part of one, inside my ass was the one time you and I played knob-in-the-hole and you stuck about an inch & a half of your fat cock in my ass and I begged for more. So if that 1.5” didn’t technically cost me my anal virginty, I still have it.

Jack: actually u got more like two & a half inches of Jack, but I’d still call u a virgin since I didn’t fuck u

Me: you fucking cheated!

Jack: I did. So no wonder u wanted even more, right? And Joe u might think u know - but u really have no fucking idea - how hard it was for me not to break my promise & truly fuck u then

Me: sometimes - pretty much always - I wish u had

Jack: me too

Me: love u jack

Jack: like a brother joe

•••••••••

Apart from Jack’s curious insistence that a TFI sting against my own boyfriend would benefit me and not Jack, our last exchange answered the only real question I had had about our earlier chat - whether Jack believed John & I had resisted the temptations he had put in front of us the day before? If he hadn’t before, he certainly did after I had taken my dose of ‘truth serum.’ And I had let him know that not only had John not fucked me in the ass (yet), we had not played knob-in-the-hole, either.

As for ‘The Fuck Itself,’ my interest was purely academic. I wasn’t worried about anything happening to John, because Jack was right - we’d both have to be active participants for it to have a ghost of a chance of working.

I was much more interested in my own chances of ending up with Jack’s cock in my mouth and/or up my ass, and I judged that those chances had just improved. I quickly summarized the most significant information I had gleaned from my chat with Jack:

• Jack had talked to John that morning, but I gathered the conversation was very brief since the only nugget Jack dropped was that he knew John was coming to visit (for the purpose of fucking me in the ass) in a week. All positive, assuming John had not been gulled into giving up any more info.

• Jack’s t/ms the previous evening about Scott had been, as I had assumed, purely pretextual. Jack and I had texted on and off for nearly an hour and he didn’t once mention Scott or any plan to fuck him up.

• Jack had offered to doctor my dick - granted, that didn’t mean he’d let me get his cock into my mouth or ass, but he plainly anticipated at least a resumption of our usual non-orifice-oriented relationship, so that was positive.

• It was in some way ‘essential’ to Jack that I hadn’t been fucked in the ass yet, but I didn’t know why or how it mattered. Still, just knowing that my ass-virginity was ‘essential’ to Jack was huge.

• Jack had again suggested a three-way, albeit half-heartedly, when he offered to show John and me the ropes in lieu of answering my few questions. I still wasn’t convinced this was a real objective of Jack’s game, but I was beginning to lean toward that view. I felt a little…bad?…that I had brushed him off so breezily, but I just didn’t have the time then to fuck with Jack about two of his games (if a three-way was a real angle he was pursuing).

• Jack’s cock was already inducing amnesia concerning the “dangerous” nature of an anal liaison between the two of us. In his texts that day, incestuous ass-fucking was just another bodily function, no more significant than taking shits side by side. Obviously, that was a huge positive. Probably by the next day, and certainly by the time we saw each other, Jack would have total amnesia when it came to the subject of emotional risks associated with buttfucking twins. If I didn’t wake his sleeping brain up by actively advancing oral/anal designs on his cock, I was sure that by the wee hours of Thursday morning Jack would view anal twincest as the natural state of affairs in the world.

• And Jack missed me! As I missed him.

Beyond the ‘facts’ I had learned, I also had a real sense that the tone of our chat had changed when Jack found out I had invited John to visit for the express purpose of being the first to fuck me in the ass. He seemed kind of resigned or deflated, even jealous, when I had asked him to clear out of the apartment so John could fuck me in the ass for as long as I could take it. If Jack was deflated my hope was that I could blow him back up.

If had been completely honest with myself then about my “review” of my conversation with Jack I would have had to admit that I had probably been too forthcoming with Jack (even if a lot of what I had told him was rank bullshit) and I certainly hadn’t kept him twisting in the wind very long, but then that dose of ‘truth serum’ hadn’t left me any options. And while Jack knew he hadn’t won his master game last night, so his curiosity had been doused, he knew he hadn’t won. He could still technically “win” if John and I fucked up the following night while playing with fire, also known variously as the “trust test” and the “knob-in-the-hole” game, but that was in our hands now, not Jack’s. I would have also admitted that I had paid too little attention to Jack’s comments about a possible three-way and ‘The Fuck Itself,’ forgetting that the most “obvious” objective of any of Jack’s (or my) games was rarely the real one. But none of that mattered, because I had ‘surrendered’ and was no longer playing the game.

For reasons unrelated to my chat with Jack, I had decided that I needed to tell John, before he stuck his big knob in my hole, that Jack and I had once “flip-flopped” games of knob-in-the-hole…and what the results had been. That meant he should hear it when I returned from the library, and not the following day before he got his turn to play - I didn’t think he’d be upset by anything Jack and I had done almost five years earlier, but I couldn’t be certain and I didn’t want to risk ruining our “almost big” night.

Now that Jack that had made it clear to me that he was contemplating running a TFI operation against John, I also needed to fill him in on ‘The Fuck Itself,’ which was not a pretty story. Both knob-in-the-hole and TFI were part of the “bigger story” I had avoided telling John the night before about Jack’s efforts to get me over the hump of the full-blown obsession with sucking my identical twin’s cock that I had developed by the time we were 17. It made some sense to me that we might as well have “story time” that night so I could kill two birds with one stone. Actually three, because I couldn’t fairly explain the revisions to Jack’s version of the “trust test” that I planned to suggest without admitting that I knew more about that test than I had thus far admitted. I made a mental note to pick up a bottle of whiskey before I went home.

I turned back to my paper, found one set of notes I had forgotten to work into an argument, took care of that and began typing the conclusion. It was still only about 2:30, so I was looking good to be back home by halftime at the latest. Despite the grave injury to my penis and the profitable chat I’d had with Jack, I was still killing it.

That’s when the pimply faced kid from the bathroom walked up and stopped about six feet from where I was sitting. The little shit who had caused me to break my dick. I wasn’t in the mood for anymore of his weird bullshit. I pretended to ignore him but he plainly wasn’t going away.

"Get the fuck out of here," I growled without looking up.

"I saw you in here last weekend," he said.

Of course, I had no idea then how well and truly fucked I would soon be.

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