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!!!'
'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.